Kick it!
Arrested Development, "Dawn of the Dreads"
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Phat Sidy Smokehouse, "Phreaky Deaky"
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Sir Mix A Lot, "Bremelo"
Arrested Development, "Dawn of the Dreads"
• • •
Phat Sidy Smokehouse, "Phreaky Deaky"
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Sir Mix A Lot, "Bremelo"
Here's a gory kinda story 'bout an obese freak
With a forty inch waist and a ten inch beak,
Overweight and out of shape with a triple chin,
Her brassiere strikes fear in the hearts of men:
The girl's a bremelo.
The girl's a bremelo.
Me and Terry hopped a ferry, we were lookin Swass,
When a dip hit the ship we were almost tossed.
It was a big bremelo standing on my toe,
An enormous jelly-belly tryin' to say, "Hello!"
I was really kinda frightened as she looked my way,
I tried to run because her buns made the ferry sway.
To be blunt she was fat and ready for combat;
On the way to Bremerton where the fat is at—
The girl's a bremelo.
Let's go!
I'm not fakin' or mistaken 'bout the big ol' duck.
She had hairy underarms and a whoppin' gut.
Her hair was short and wavy, drove my pit bull crazy.
A Bremerton beast chasin' fellas in the Navy.
At the movie she's the feature, the Bremerton creature,
You wear a life jacket if you ever try and freak her.
Look at her physique, she ain't my kinda freak;
The floor creaks when the beast starts reaching her peak.
The girl's a bremelo.
She's just a bremelo.
Change the beat!
You can't ignore the way she snores 'cuz she blows down doors.
Baby's got the kinda face only a mother adores;
A big basketball head, with her ten inch feet,
Big lips, no hips, with the smell of a beast.
I couldn't put her in my Caddy or my tranny would break.
I've heard of dirt because of poverty, but she took the cake.
When it comes to Kool-Aid, the girl would drink it in pints.
You go to school for twenty years and you still in the ninth?
You're just a bremelo.
Just a bremelo.
You big triple-chinned, unattractive duck,
Your boyfriend beats freaks up to make a buck,
Hangin' 'round Third & Pike on a ten speed bike;
You could say that I'm a liar, but you know I'm right.
You talk behind my back because I dropped you flat,
And you never take a shower 'cuz you're too damn fat.
So your man was smart when he broke your heart,
Because if Mix-A-Lot'd cut you you'd'a fell apart.
Wearing Polyester slacks with elastic in the back,
You could flatten Schwarzenegger in a wrestling match.
You got lips like a character in some cartoon,
With a pink posterior you big baboon.
You're just a—
Now Bremerton's a city right outside of mine;
Most girls there are ducks but a few are fine.
But the ones that I speak about, use their faces catching trout,
Vacuum cleaners for a mouth—you know what I'm talkin' 'bout.
Mud ducks, hockey pucks, drivers of Mack trucks,
Lame brains, diesel trains, to pick them up you have to strain—
Big butt, crew cut, extra-ordinary gut,
Big Mama kinda bod, facial hair is kinda rough.
The girl's a bremelo.
With a forty inch waist and a ten inch beak,
Overweight and out of shape with a triple chin,
Her brassiere strikes fear in the hearts of men:
The girl's a bremelo.
The girl's a bremelo.
Me and Terry hopped a ferry, we were lookin Swass,
When a dip hit the ship we were almost tossed.
It was a big bremelo standing on my toe,
An enormous jelly-belly tryin' to say, "Hello!"
I was really kinda frightened as she looked my way,
I tried to run because her buns made the ferry sway.
To be blunt she was fat and ready for combat;
On the way to Bremerton where the fat is at—
The girl's a bremelo.
Let's go!
I'm not fakin' or mistaken 'bout the big ol' duck.
She had hairy underarms and a whoppin' gut.
Her hair was short and wavy, drove my pit bull crazy.
A Bremerton beast chasin' fellas in the Navy.
At the movie she's the feature, the Bremerton creature,
You wear a life jacket if you ever try and freak her.
Look at her physique, she ain't my kinda freak;
The floor creaks when the beast starts reaching her peak.
The girl's a bremelo.
She's just a bremelo.
Change the beat!
You can't ignore the way she snores 'cuz she blows down doors.
Baby's got the kinda face only a mother adores;
A big basketball head, with her ten inch feet,
Big lips, no hips, with the smell of a beast.
I couldn't put her in my Caddy or my tranny would break.
I've heard of dirt because of poverty, but she took the cake.
When it comes to Kool-Aid, the girl would drink it in pints.
You go to school for twenty years and you still in the ninth?
You're just a bremelo.
Just a bremelo.
You big triple-chinned, unattractive duck,
Your boyfriend beats freaks up to make a buck,
Hangin' 'round Third & Pike on a ten speed bike;
You could say that I'm a liar, but you know I'm right.
You talk behind my back because I dropped you flat,
And you never take a shower 'cuz you're too damn fat.
So your man was smart when he broke your heart,
Because if Mix-A-Lot'd cut you you'd'a fell apart.
Wearing Polyester slacks with elastic in the back,
You could flatten Schwarzenegger in a wrestling match.
You got lips like a character in some cartoon,
With a pink posterior you big baboon.
You're just a—
Now Bremerton's a city right outside of mine;
Most girls there are ducks but a few are fine.
But the ones that I speak about, use their faces catching trout,
Vacuum cleaners for a mouth—you know what I'm talkin' 'bout.
Mud ducks, hockey pucks, drivers of Mack trucks,
Lame brains, diesel trains, to pick them up you have to strain—
Big butt, crew cut, extra-ordinary gut,
Big Mama kinda bod, facial hair is kinda rough.
The girl's a bremelo.
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