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letra de breakfast of champions - disjointed

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(verse 1)
i’m the talk of the town, stalking around, inaudable sound
often i’m chopping up lots of carc-sses to gobble them down
never rocking a frown, catch my poker face f-cking sheen
with an ace of up my sleeve, i’m robbing your house

i’m sick as a mausoleum, so visit the colliseum
i’ll take the remains, and bake you into a cake and eat up
jesus, i’m praying to whoever i can, illias?
hideous, amphibious esque features believe it

have fun at my carnival
leave you looking like a barnacle with a definite color scheme of a cardinal
pardon though,peep the -rs-nal
acquired many things,pennies ring, anything i said ain’t a farce at all

arson buff, coughing up blood and licking my wounds clean
who’s he?just your frendly neighborhooded loose leaf
bruce lee can’t match the moves, see?
that new speed, cooky, bruising flusies ‘cause i find it amusing

(verse 2)
son of a sadist, the fun is contagious
causing abrasions from sun up until you hear the f-cking cicadas
i’m busting up sages, use their guts as streamers
i’m just a bit faded, but trust in the bailiff, tend to cuss in leisure

giving helping hands to you fellas and
telling fans h-lla d-mn yelling chants selling grams better stand
man, f-ck a thick stack of cash yo
take tic tacs, and pick my teeth with the last bone

fallen angel’s wingman, fatal ring clan
journey to mt. doom and throw in your f-cking voodoo’s brain stem
gain strength from my teeth in your neck
feeling your breath slip, lose your grip, breathin your scent

old geizers get spent, a beast with a hunger
feverous slumber, overenc-mbered, boasting, the eagerest hunter
plundered with legion-esque,key to chest greviance to conquer
bleeding from under, holding a metal rod’s my greeting to thunder

(verse 3)
lab coat and tie, goad demise
mix you with a fat bowl of rice and a kosher side
the groaning type, croak and whine when i’m rolling eyes
i opt to scratch or watch my back, for foes of mine

the granary’s my bread and b-tter, resin lover
heaven shudders when a threat is muttered with my freshened stutter
get it brother? a phenom, venom drips from my upper lip
gutter drip, b-gg-r, usher strict things to get and plunder

grab your sword and shield, you gorgeous veil-esque
meal, yes, real zest, feel dread fed a teal bread
that’s mold, cash, gold, wait until i p-ss go
grats tho, death is painless with a smashed skull

grant standard words to panhandlers
like “d-mn man, i heard that van’s slammed birds” and
i bet if you go inside, you’ll find you’ll get a treat or two
but as soon as they step through the door, they turn to freezer food

(outro)
take my food puns with a grain of salt
breakfast of champions, my main -ssault

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