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brains Pulls back skinny lips To reveal a proboscis Seems Seth Brundle's at it again Tears pages from spines as she judges the cover cnd shamelessly spoils
brains Pulls back skinny lips To reveal a proboscis Seems Seth Brundle's at it again Tears pages from spines as she judges the cover cnd shamelessly spoils
throat As some businessmen pick at her brains Pulls back skinny lips to reveal a proboscis Seems Seth Brundle's at it again Tears pages from spines as She
get wicked like the witches from Eastwick And freak the type of funk to make all y'all teeth grit And crumble, my style is more flyer than the Brundle
nigga crisis Yeah, I grew up in the jungle, on the grid with Martin Brundle My hairline's the only thing that keeps a nigga humble God knew what he was
Seth Brundle teleporting as a high pilot back in time could not be fly as me Why go ahead and start anything I'm a dog, yeah Probably, probably, probably
brundle un gatito ma dicho k tu kieres rumbear estoy de acuerdo bailemos hasta morir en paz el perro se viste de gato el perro ahora es un gato el
as Doctor Brundle But for a small change I can offer you A complete new humanity
The whiskey drink, vodka drink drunk tub thumper The underdog plugger the one hit Wonder wannabe, gullible chump hustler funder The unwanted son of the brundle
Brundle If you're snitchin' to Columbo we gon' drop you like a fumble Now what you make is point-oh-one percent of what the boss make And what
Universities Majoring in Mic Circuitry and Emcee Surgery Heard of me being taken Out verbally that's absurdity Seth Brundle flow, always on that fly shit Me
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