Minnesota Fats lyrics

[Intro: The Alchemist]
Doctor
(Hold on, hold up)
El Doctor, what the f*ck? (Yeah, this that)
El Chemico (Ah, sh*t)
What's goin' on?
Rev the engines up (What's goin' on?)
Come on (What the f*ck is goin' on?)
Ayo, check it (Uh, uh)

[Verse 1: The Alchemist]
Two Dukes of Hazzard getting p*ssy drunk (Woo)
Hanging out the moonroof with a magnum, got on Stewie's pampers
Tell the concierge which rooms to send the Louis baggage
Lay your hand on the money, that sh*t exploded, I booby-trapped it
Me and my duke back in the room rappin', I'm talkin', who's askin'? (Yes)
I'm moonwalkin', movin' backwards in a smooth fashion
On the record, I let cojones drag (Drag)
Cheese like Macaroni Kraft
Father forgive me, I'm in a holy bag (Father forgivе me)
Blessings, blessings, no morе stressing (Blessed, blessed, blesssed)
You're depressing, mailed hash, hair straighteners for the pressing
The cloud of smoke look like a Chevy muffler
Christian artist, yeah, a trucker, silk button up with a Searsucker
You a girly man, really soft, you just appear tougher
He's a phony from his beard down to his veneer structure (Fssh)
I'm grinning from ear to ear, had every whip I could ever care to steer (All of 'em)
Pull 'em three of a kind, I never shared a pair (He's a villainous person)
I'm a grinch, I'll ruin your dinner
Versatile, I play the two guard and the center
Minnesota Fats, strike the cue ball in the middle
[Segue: Action Bronson]
f*ck, man
It's too much pressure (Get me out)
Relieve the pressure
Doctor help me, doctor
f*ckin' big papa pump (Show 'em)

[Verse 2: Action Bronson]
My bag development (Uh), volcanic with the act development
Explode like many shotties that got the pellets in it (Uh-huh)
I pledge allegiance to the fellowship (I pledge allegiance)
Fire that I started with these hands keepin' the kettle lit (Uh)
Pour a tea out, serve the elders first (Uh-huh)
United Arab Emirates, Presidential Rollies (Uh) playin' goalie on the turf (Uh)
Without a shirt on (No shirt)
sh*t been poppin' since the Nextel chirp chirp, uhhh
M3 with the skirt on
Charbroiled chicken with the j*rk sauce (Uh-huh)
Swerve off (Yeah), left arm still like Clayton Kershaw
Sell Cocodrillo Turbo (It's me), splash your face with the liquid from Salerno (Uh)
One-inch punch to the sternum (Uh), f*ck it

[Verse 3: Big Body Bes]
Uh
Back out the zoo
Bullets out the wahoo
Ooh-woo, woo-woo, woo, woo
ALC sh*t
I'm back on it
Girbaud jeans, uh
Shootouts in my dreams
Yes, nothing light
A man of many miracles
Shoot him then deal with him later
Uh, thirty-seven deep in the elevator
God forgive who?
[Outro: Prodigy]
I took a kid and cut off his eyelids
Killin' him slow so he could see what I did
Ain't no fear, my blood feel good, sh*t is hot
My sh*t don't never skip a beat, n*gga, you know what I'm sayin'?
I don't give a f*ck about none y'all n*ggas, man, straight up