Action Bronson and Meyhem Lauren - HOGAN

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Here we go
Now I'm ready
Go ahead
Here we go
Go ahead

Me and my maiden dance naked next to paintings (uh)
Painted by Francis Bacon (uh)
Refuting attempts to be tempted by the hands of Satan (no, no)
The walls started animating (uh)
Woke up next to the motherfucker from the Planet of the Apes (what the fuck?)
Somewhere in Canada with serial killers
Be putting salmon on their face (ah)
Motherfuckers will change your parts (uh)
Bitch, I want to taste your heart (uh)

Mel Gibson gave me COVID at McGregor vs Poirier three (bastard)
When he broke his leg (fuck)
His favorite breakfast was coke and eggs (true)
Every time I practice choking someone's neck (uh-huh)
And doing fucking Tokyo drift moves in the '95 gold sled (skrrt, skrrt)
Roll his head
Maintain composure while reloading lead
Leave his body perfectly folded on the bed
Don't you make Dr. Baklava have to go out to the shed (laundry, uh-uh)

Uh (no)
Sniffing blow in the bathroom (blow)
Looking like Rob Lowe in the bathroom (Rob Lowe)
'98, blow up the chat room (uh)
Bitch took a bump
Started backflipping like Catwoman (uh)
I'm Uptown throwing money, doing shoulder shakes (uh)
Red Mustang door display the cobra snake (uh)
Bitch had Brooke Hogan's face (uh)
That means she had Hulk Hogan's face, brother (uh-huh)

Uh, shit
The bitch had Brooke Hogan's face
That means she had Hulk Hogan's face

L to my face, light them outer space, out of the states
In a Caribbean place where they spell rum with an H (uh-huh)
I need a octo taco pronto, it's the head huncho
Fits '96 aesthetic, that's how we rap so
GORE-TEX over Birk's it's probably in bird flips
Wordsmiths to take word trips and play this work ships
Slick slippery slang
six hours swammies in slacks
When drip drops, I call Katy at Saks
Inbognito moving kings and queens that's bigger than my hand (uh-huh)
'Cause the shit 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, what a terror for mama
Hot off the stove, not tatts, just fresh burns (uh)
If the spot's clicking, cause more traffic than left turns
Applying pressure like I'm tryna stop the wound from leaking
When niggas rap I usually think that a buffoon is speaking
You fucking idiots (you fucking dickhead)
All of you

Written by:
Ariyan Arslani, James Rencher

Publisher:
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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