Pouches of Tuna – Song and Lyrics by Action Bronson


Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Pouches of Tuna’ by Action Bronson. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of Action Bronson or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.

Been on the honor roll, sculptures of my body out in Nagano
My shawty features like Madonna, I ain’t like that one
Yo, line for line, straight up lambs on the arm
Giambi lenses, Ken Caminiti, Basworth

Been on the honor roll, sculptures of my body out in Nagano
My shawty features like Madonna, Lo designer
Bending these young Lola Fellanas over, ace the test
Baste the breast with the juices
Under the influence of fly shit, I glide like Ovechkin
Disqus hoody, puff hibiscus, balance be the crispest
Baby girl, you’re wylin’ if you sniff this
You gotta take a piss test, piss right through your fishnets
Robert Moses State Park, lamb in the sand
Blam blam a piggie try to put my fam’ in the can
Strictly cop and go’s, until we laid in the Galapagos
Eating tacos, higher than a opera note
We never ride Civics, the Mont Blanc scripted lyrics
It’s like avant garde to the critics
I throw you in that armbar with the quickness
Either you with me or bitch you on the shit list

Bitch, please, picture me in Sicily
The hard bottoms gators is slippery
I just had an epiphany
And now I’m shittin’ on your whole steez ridiculously
45’s fire at ya attire, to break your armor up like fine china
Fly designer hoes diggin for gold like a 49er
I hit the diner, the Carolina
Pass the lighter to the passenger in the spyder
Vagina splash like apple cider
So f*ck your little 2 cents blue Benz bitches jump like Harold Miner
I’m in the recliner, we traced like eye liner
And I escape like MacGyver
Bank robbers, bang 38’s to taste cobbler
And lay up with a case of vodka
Get cake and prosper
Ate steak and lobster to Frank Sinatra
Air you out, leave your face for pasta
Get laced and dip the jakes in the grey Boxster
Beige fox, 88 Clarks
Ladies identify gangsters’ posture
I’m feeling like J Hoffa
F*ck y’all, eat a fat dick with the monster