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Captain Brunch

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Captain Brunch - CZARFACE & MF DOOM Lyrics


Eatin' Captain Crunch for lunch, don't get your panties in a bunch
Shorty passed out, he coulda put the whammy in the punch
Had he a hunch, he could get set up like one Cosby
Slidin' off of three snowflakes like Tom Bosley
Remember Charlie's Angels? They had to make some changes
Three broads will burn us, these dames could gets dangerous

Dude you never see will forever remain nameless

Two of them things black, the last one's stainless

Don't deal with the devil on a deep level

They see metal and sound off like a tea kettle

Blow the spot up lovely

With no reference to skin color, God don't like ugly

Wise man once said not to showboat

And treat the yacht the same way as a rowboat

The snakes'll hang theyself with they own rope

And watch a jewel transform to a known quote



All I'm tryna do is just make mine

Why a sideline rider and tryna take mine?

'Cause I shine like the sun, broad day time

Puttin' facts to the claps and the bassline

All I'm tryna do is just make mine

Why a sideline rider and tryna take mine?

'Cause I shine like the sun, broad day time

Puttin' facts to the claps and the bassline



It's Mary Poppin' y'all, shout to Michael Rooker

You with a mic is like a eunuch with a hooker

Pressure (pressure pressure) cooker

My confusion's organize, I'm the lord of light

Yandu with an arrow's like Eso with the cordless mic

Flow holy, no gospel trap, writin' like

Michael Crichton put the rap in Velocirap-tor, or

I hit you like a trap-door, when it rains it pours

No mental strains, but I stick out like Kurt Angle's temple veins

You got an empty brain, enter in my lane

It takes balls like a gender change, people talkin' out they ass

Check for the double-cross like 2Chainz at Sunday mass

Hit you with the belly to belly, the suplex

Off the roof of the duplex, willin' to group text

With Steely Dan, Groot, fuckin' baby Groot

The ghost of Dave Brubeck, Alex Trebek, and Boba Fett, who's next?



All I'm tryna do is just make mine

Why a sideline rider and tryna take mine?

'Cause I shine like the sun, broad day time

Puttin' facts to the claps and the bassline

All I'm tryna do is just make mine

Why a sideline rider and tryna take mine?

'Cause I shine like the sun, broad day time

Puttin' facts to the claps and the bassline

Captain Brunch lyrics !!!