| Knock, knock it out the box, Bronson
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| Knock, knock it out the box, Bronson
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| Yeah, uh, knock, knock it out the box, Bronson
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| Bitch I’m a superhero, I wasn’t born with dinero
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| Somehow I turned into Deniro
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| Just give me one shot at the lead role
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| You’ll be amazed, like the first time you seen snow
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| Down in Georgia on the Peach Grove
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| I shoot ninety-five percent from the free throw
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| Sixty from the field, strange sex appeal
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| The lone gunman, muffle the shotty with an old onion
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| This is no fun, never low funds, man, fuckin' crazy, uh
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| You must be out your mind
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| Back with a vengeance
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| Black MAC lookin' like Janet with extensions
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| I’m back on the bench presses, put the Audi in a red dress
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| Make ten lefts, I lost fifty on the Mets, I’m a mess
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| After practice hit the steps bitch
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| That’s what I gotta do to be the best shit
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| Man these motherfuckers sleepin'
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| While Bronson bangin' pots and pans
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| Gotta understand these fake fucks are not your mans
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| Me, disappear, where? |
| I’m right here
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| Creepin' in the cold nights air
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| To get on my level take fifty light-years
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| My jewelry boxes like the habitat for white bears
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| After I’m finished in the sauna
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| I jump into some freezing cold water
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| Shake it like I’m reading from the Torah
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| I’m 'bout to tat a skull on my skull
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| Hangin' from a snake’s mouth comin' out a pyramid
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| Now I’m at the steakhouse gettin' dirty looks
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| Guess I shoulda wore a different shirt
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| Poppin' wheelies on the Harley down 53rd
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| Break the guitar on your head after my solo shit
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| I coulda been in Guns N' Roses dolo, bitch
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| Got the Box Chevy jumpin' like a pogo stick
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| Don’t you motherfuckers know that I’m the logo kid? |
| Uh
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| Yeah, don’t you motherfuckers know that I’m the logo
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| Like Jerry West and Teddy Ballgame
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| I don’t wear Balmain, swing the ball and chain executioner style
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| Dirty mountain tiger to the face
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| Better strap up, I’m 'bout to see space
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| As I entered, I felt everything was centered
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| Oh shit, I think I’m back in the placenta
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| But then I woke up in a Nissan Sentra
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| In the parking lot of Queens Center, uh (Don't hurt me baby)
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| My grandparents learned English watchin' Martin, uh, ha yeah
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| My grandparents learned English watchin' Martin, it’s me, uh
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| Wild immigrants, my grandparents learned English watchin' Martin
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| Knock, knock, knock 'em out the box, Bronson
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| Knock, knock 'em out the box, Bronson
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| Knock, knock 'em out the box, Bronson
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| Knock 'em out the box, Bronson
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| Yeah, uh, it’s me, motherfucker
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| (*Laughing*)
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| That’s a ill vision
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| (*Laughing*)
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| That’s pretty fucked up
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| (*Laughing*)
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| It sounds so bad, like the dog pound is runnin' through his bitch
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| (He's walkin')
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| They all had their sneakers on, fuckin' fakin'
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| (*Laughing*) |