[Intro: Sample]
"I'm all alone, up comes this big black-and-gold death Benz, man. The windows rolled down, the inside has--"
"Russell, man?"
"Russell? You want to tell the dream, man?
"No, it's fine"
"--two of the flyest girls you ever wanna see, man..."

[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
Let's go, it's voodoo
Uh, yeah it's voodoo
I am my own religion, you can wear me on your neck
I might take a shit and wipe my ass with a rap check (it's nothing)
The Captain because I lead by example
Alone smoking wax in a room full of candles
Haitian lady, poke a doll with the needle
Ayo, the bitch kind of resemble Don Cheadle
I'm like a blonde seagull, twisted roolies in my aunt's Regal
Drinking Paul Masson, watching Home Alone
Even when I mow the lawn, I always hold the chrome
Cause they come from out of nowhere, try to pull your cord
They flee off in a blue-ish Ford, put two in the door
Never ruin the raw
Run in the tunnels from the two and the four-train in broad day
You silly rabbit, rhymes are foreplay
I cop a 50-bag with short change
You can see my mom's reflection in a Sport-Range
Shit is voodoo
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