Twivee - Lunchtime's With Brendan lyrics

[intro] 150 man Ha ha, you mother f**ers [Verse 1] You best sit with your hands up I got a weapon as big as my damn nuts Bigger than Randy Marsh when he gave himself testicular cancer And I'm about to get arrested for the banter I'm a joint in your steak that you ain't hacking a part Because it's so f**ing tough you thought the cow had an adamantium heart Word play? I stand and deliver Ever since I was in the studio Adam ant was in bruh I told you I'm bringing them bars back And your f**ing giggles are dead to me like a sitcom laugh track Who's feeling co*ky? I gotta flip for every rapper mother f**er Bruce Lee would copy For all the people thinking mixing doesn't deserve love Get a set of ears, real eyes realize this is work son And I can smell the blood of the defenseless Taste the flesh as I lung neck and And if results in an orgasm I know they've come to there senses It's kinda ironic Ill put everything on a horse to prevent me from jumping the fences One day I was having fun with this Tetris When this autistic shared his tequila with me I shared my blunt and my Nesquik I skipping lunch and my breakfast So I guess I'm getting drunk with this peasant It was going great until this c*nt was just flexing Telling me how he can Bench press, pfft called him a retard But under the circumstances that was somewhat offensive That's what happens in graveyard when your bunning the best sh** And spastics know I bun weed So that must mean that this mother f**ers lungs are a sess pit But that stoner life is not for you I went downstairs to get a drink and f**ing got some food Yeah I haven't got a f**ing clue I don't wanna be drinking with this idiot But today Brendan I guess I'm stuck with you [Chorus] It's lunchtime b**h, and I'm chilling with Brendan We've got sides of f** you, steak grilled to perfection Were all gonna die before we sign our pensions So I'ma enjoy my lunch time with Brendan x2 [Verse 2] You must be having a f**ing sargasm I got em scared when I see em but I just laugh at em I wouldn't let you bond with me if you were Sean Connery And he was holding on to sciences last atom I've had split these personalities since I was quantum sized I see stars merge in galaxies turning off my eyes And this is the sh** friends talk about The type sh** only Brendan talks about 150 man We talk about out ex's and how there materialistic s*uts And how he's gonna murder his cause that's realistic as f** And when your walking through a door and your hearing it shut Brendan's closed it you dickhead delirious f** And I'm quoting Ezekiel every time I flow written's I'm so sick that if you say my paper ain't real You'll get popped for saying that puplp's fiction It's a dictionary with no diction A dick with no restriction Ripping the rubbing off it This dick is so dangerous it's got a muzzle on it I dropped if from deep space to k** people You saw murder comet I murder comments and burn the competition I'm literally nuclear fission from the roof to your kitchen Raps my house, I'll be squatting until your moving your sh** friend Get you stuff, go and gather it b**h Before I drop Kid's track saying all you local rappers are sh** That's A warning I'm not even f**ing high In fact We all getting sober, so see you all on the other side Your mouths walking laps b**h, I'm running mine [Chorus] [Outro] 150 man Gozibe 2014, Twivee The Problem Child, coming December You mother f**ers, ha ha, ah