Captain Brunch

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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 tryna take mine?
 Cause I shine like the sun, broad day time
 Puttin' facts to the claps and the bassline (you know!)
 All I'm tryna do is just make mine
 Why a sideline rider tryna take mine?
 Cause I shine like the sun, broad day time
 Puttin' facts to the claps and the bassline (you know!)
 What'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 organized, 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 2 Chainz 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 tryna take mine?
 Cause I shine like the sun, broad day time
 Puttin' facts to the claps and the bassline (you know!)
 All I'm tryna do is just make mine
 Why a sideline rider tryna take mine?
 Cause I shine like the sun, broad day time
 Puttin' facts to the claps and the bassline (you know!)
 Is that a good guy or a bad guy?
 Uhh, good guy
 Well it looks like a bad guy
 Well, he's a good guy
 

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Duration
02:29
Key
1
Tempo
88 BPM

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