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Quincy Punx
Brady Bunch Lyrics
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Brady Bunch Lyrics by Quincy Punx
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Mr. Brady in a martial spat killed Mrs. Brady with a baseball bat now in prison his debt will be paid he left six kids with a drug addicted maid, Alice shoots smack every day of the week, the kids went wild and they turned into freaks one day they cooked tiger up for lunch, thats what happened to the Brady Bunch [Chorus] They didn't just go into sindication they practiced all sorts of deviation the Brady Bunch Gregs in the big house for sellin' coke, every night he gets his corn hole poked, Marsha's livin' way down in Mexico she makes her living in a donkey show, Pete found a job as a side show geek, bites the heads off of chickens while they squak and sqeek, Jan found her self, now shes a dyke shes got tatooz leather boots and a motor bike [Chorus] Bobby was a minister on television now he's facing life in prison, molested little kids and he fucked a goat, stole a million dollars and sailed away on a boat, Cindy ended up bein' my bitch shes out on the street corner maken me rich, evernight I stick my dick in her face and tie her little blonde big tails around my waist [Chorus]
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