MUTATIONS Songtext
von Action Bronson

Right now, I′m just hangin' in chrysalis (uh)
Ready to spawn into my final form (uh)
Drugs are stored inside my spinal cord (right there)
And I′ve been here before the dinosaurs (I have)
You should never try to pry the iron from the lion's paw (uh)


A lot of men better than you (uh) died in the hall (uh-huh)
Bodies hide in the wall (uh-huh)
To retrieve you, they'll have to buy a DeWalt (DeWalt)
Find you covered with limes and salts (uh)
Mysterious figures (uh) creeping up behind yous with the shawl (uh)
They caught you in the spring, but they won′t find you ′til the fall (uh-uh)

Quarter million on Saint Johns (uh) to win it all (uh) or heads'll roll (ah)
They′ll never find you inside the bacon, egg
And cheese on a roll (never), leave it alone (never)
I'm all alone, blowin′ trees to the dome (uh), receivin' dome (uh-huh)


Readin′ poems (uh-huh), watchin' highlight film on Deacon Jones (okay)
Just one whistle brings all the animals to the creek in droves (uh-huh)
Turn one of these motherfuckers to chicharrón (uh-huh)
Shit, to each his own (to each his own)
I'm the boy that took a sword from the stone (uh)
Thousand horses gallop through the village (uh)
In the cold ′til I′m home (uh)