Action Bronson Salvaje Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
It's the one and only, motherf*cker
Who else?
Uh

[Verse 1]
Doctor Baklava, the mad technician (It's me)
Back in the kitchen, Magnum edition (Uh)
I've never touched the catfish (Nope), I'm nasty in badminton (Uh-huh)
Once bitten, twice shot (Uh), my life align with lines in the sky (Uh)
High in green Jaguar's drive (Uh), he wouldn't take money
So I gave him the gold watch (Alright), some fresh-baked focaccia (Uh)
And a nice plate of meats cheese and olives (Beautiful)
Out of nowhere, hit the fiend with the Rock Bottom (Uh), Shavkat Rakhmonov (Uh)
Man, I don't eat no motherf*ckin' McDonald's (Uh-uh)
I eat the same thing as a rhino (Uh-huh, uh), you better bounce
And take that puta to the gyno (Uh) before she ruins her vagina (Uh)
Her favorite parking lot was by the diner (Right there)
My backpack contains slimer (Uh)
[Chorus]
For that cake-cake, hit you in the head with the guitar
Like Honky Tonk did to Jake Snake, uh
For that cake-cake, hit you in the head with the guitar
Like Honky Tonk did to Jake Snake, uh

[Verse 2]
Can't quit this game cold turkey (Uh-uh)
Put him out of his misery like an old turkey
Then show no mercy, Dikembe Mutombo jersey (Uh, no-no)
Threw the rifle up in the river murky (Uh)
Send motherf*ckers to kiss the serpentine (Uh, uh) A lone wolf 'cause I've been crossed before (True)
Looking like Vin Diesel shooting arrows (Uh-huh), out the window of the Porsche door (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Driving with my foot, bitch, it's a look (Foot), under the hood there's a thousand hoofs
Motherf*cker, you choose the wrong cup (Uh, uh)
I chose the goblet Jesus drank (Uh) from on that special day he rose up (He rose up)
I told that motherf*cker to roll up (Yo, roll the f*ck up, man)
While I try to warm up all this cold blood (Uh-huh)
Your grave site could be an old rug (Uh-huh)
Or a new one, a blue one (True)
Leave motherf*ckers stewed up (Uh-huh)
And disappear into the moon dust (Poof)
Yeah, it's like Rowdy Roddy Piper versus Goldust (It's just like it)
Hit 'em with the limo (Uh), shoot the Uzi through the pillow (Uh)
Goddamn, Baklava don't got no chill mode (None, no)
He like to lick the poison off the back of the killer toad
Just to feel at home (Uh-huh), man, he's in thriller mode (Thriller)
All kinds of gorilla chokes and scissor holds (Err)
He knows the same shit that a wizard knows (Err)
[Chorus]
For that cake-cake, hit you in the head with the guitar
Like Honky Tonk did to Jake Snake, uh
For that cake-cake, hit you in the head with the guitar
Like Honky Tonk did to Jake Snake, uh