Scandinavian Detours

[Verse 1: Da$H] Stash the ends, crash the black Benz for a distraction Extract the package, killing a gator in a lake that's Placid Skin it for jackets, made to bait an actress I'm everything you lacking, my reputation massive Avoid the capture and escape arrest, got cave drawings on my flesh Had a dinner date with death, so I Light up the cess and then transform into a fighter jet Decepticon, I'm selling strippers out in Lebanon Stare at the moon and then I said a song The wind was calm, the trees was palm, reefer strong Speak in psalms, I move the beef brisket with the tongs Never chopsticks, goth bitch blowing cock in a Drop 6 You ask a nigga how I got this, I never answer the question A science blessed him in applied selection With a young king, butler named Ludwig Your mother bedroom is where I puff cigs, you fucking know [Verse 2: Action Bronson] You know how my story go, your mouth's a glory hole The man who made my outfit's name is Gregorio Damn, I want some Oreo's, riding through Astoria I can tell you're tushy from directly through your cornea You'll get wiped, suck the knife like a dick head Blood all over my old baseball cards by my kid's bed Double park, make a sale inside the Modell's "Bronson, I only got twelve" baby, oh well Shit, I had the jacket with the thing I order two wings, Jamaican colored Ewings The can of coke got us into Six Flags Shit, I always knew that I'd be rich, Dad Fuck 'em, never need 'em, never trust 'em From first glance I'm looking Russian Second glance I'm looking dusted From third glance I'm quite disgusting, call me Justin