HOGAN lyrics

[Intro: Action Bronson]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ah, yeah
Here we go
Now I'm ready (Yeah)
Here we go (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
Me and my maiden dance naked next to paintings painted by Francis Bacon (Uh, uh)
Refuting attempts to be tempted by the hands of Satan (No, no)
The walls started animatin’ (Uh)
Woke up next to the motherf*cker from the Planet of the Apes (What the f*ck?)
Somewhere in Canada where serial killers be putting salmon on they face (Ah)
Motherf*ckers'll change your parts (Uh)
b*tch, I wanna taste your heart (Uh)
Mel Gibson gave me COVID at McGregor vs. Poirier 3 (Nasty)
When he broke his leg (f*ck)
His favorite breakfast was coke and eggs (True)
Every day, I practice choking someone's neck (Uh-huh)
And doing f*cking Tokyo Drift moves in the ’95 gold sled (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Roll his head
Maintain composure while reloading lead
Leave his body perfectly folded on the bed (Laundry)
Don't you make Dr. Baklava have to go out to the shed (Uh-uh, no)
Uh, sniffin' blow in the bathroom (Blow)
Looking like Rob Lowe in the bathroom (Rob Lowe)
'98, blow up the chatroom (Uh)
b*tch took a bump, started backflippin' like Catwoman (Uh)
I'm uptown, throwin' money, doing shoulder shakes (Uh)
Red Mustang, door display the cobra snake (Uh)
b*tch had Brooke Hogan's face (Uh)
That means she had Hulk Hogan’s face, brother (Uh-huh)
[Segue: Action Bronson]
Uh, sh*t
The b*tch had Brooke Hogan’s face
That means she had Hulk Hogan's face

[Verse 2: Meyhem Lauren]
Out of my face like I’m outer space, out of the States
In a Caribbean place where they spell rum with a H (Uh-huh)
I need an octo taco pronto, it's the head honcho
Fit's '96 aesthetic, that’s how we ride slow
GORE-TEX over Bergdorf's, probably in bird flips
Wordsmiths that take work trips and play this work ships
Slick slippery slang, six hours swammies in slacks
When drip drops, I call Kitty in Saks
In Bonita, moving kings and queens that's bigger than my hand (Uh-huh)
'Cause the sh*t we live and did is even bigger than we planned (Uh)
Bulletproof armor can't protect you from terrible karma
Lies and dishonor get you stomped with a terrible mother
Hot off the stove, no tats, just fresh burns (Uh)
The spot's clicking, cause more traffic than left turns
Applyin' pressure like we tryna stop the wound from leaking
When n*ggas rap, I usually think that a buffoon is speaking

[Outro: Meyhem Lauren]
You f*ckin' idiots (f*ckin' di*khead, all of you)