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H.B.B.D. Video (MV)




Performed By: Pawnschlonche
Language: English
Length: 3:23
Written by: Matthew Keene
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Pawnschlonche - H.B.B.D. Lyrics




For eons I've scoured these fields i hate
Digging ever for the perfect potate
For my ancient secret recipe
Bring f*cking potatoes to me

Blyat

And then we bathe them in extra virgin olive oil
Drill the eyelets from their flesh
It screams breakfast time to me
I can't sleep these spuds all scratching at my psyche it's awakening
Now

Let me put to you a perfect vision
In the kitchen bacon sizzlin
Eggs a scramblin stomach rumblin
One thing missing got me itching
And it's in this lovely kitchen
Grab a spud grab a spud
And shred f*cking potato meat

Buttered pans out
Hashbrowns down now
Cut onions in until it makes you cry
Buttered pans out
Hashbrowns down now
Crisp em up on all sides

And now the days have come
That the hashbrowns have been spread across the earth
None shall know when they come to pass
But they shall know their flavor as it wafts across the tongue

But what's this?
There's something on the horizon
No one knows what they will bring next to the table
Is that Ketchup??

NOoOoOoOoOoOoOo

FORGET YOUR KETCHUP
FORGET THE SALT
FORGET THE PEPPER
These hashbrowns are too f*cking perfect

(Frying potato noises)

For eons I've scoured these fields i hate
Now I've finally found
THE PERFECT POTATE
For my ancient secret recipe
Now it's time for the beatdown

Hashbrown
A hashbrown beat down
A HBBD
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English

For eons I've scoured these fields i hate
Digging ever for the perfect potate
For my ancient secret recipe
Bring f*cking potatoes to me

Blyat

And then we bathe them in extra virgin olive oil
Drill the eyelets from their flesh
It screams breakfast time to me
I can't sleep these spuds all scratching at my psyche it's awakening
Now

Let me put to you a perfect vision
In the kitchen bacon sizzlin
Eggs a scramblin stomach rumblin
One thing missing got me itching
And it's in this lovely kitchen
Grab a spud grab a spud
And shred f*cking potato meat

Buttered pans out
Hashbrowns down now
Cut onions in until it makes you cry
Buttered pans out
Hashbrowns down now
Crisp em up on all sides

And now the days have come
That the hashbrowns have been spread across the earth
None shall know when they come to pass
But they shall know their flavor as it wafts across the tongue

But what's this?
There's something on the horizon
No one knows what they will bring next to the table
Is that Ketchup??

NOoOoOoOoOoOoOo

FORGET YOUR KETCHUP
FORGET THE SALT
FORGET THE PEPPER
These hashbrowns are too f*cking perfect

(Frying potato noises)

For eons I've scoured these fields i hate
Now I've finally found
THE PERFECT POTATE
For my ancient secret recipe
Now it's time for the beatdown

Hashbrown
A hashbrown beat down
A HBBD
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Writer: Matthew Keene
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