Frenzal Rhomb - Ballchef

Morning. Wake up and smell all the breakfast foods that are an offer.
But no one prepared us for what's on the menu. I've never seen this before.
If this is the breakfast of champion.
I don't wanna be an athlete.
Gastro-testicular bad combination, at least they're not serving it raw.
Cooking with balls, who would of thought it could be so normal.
Now we know he's a Ball Chef.
Come in, sit down, please be assured that you won't find a bad ball here.
Culled straight from the rocky mountains the difference between a bull and a steer.

Written by:
CREASE, FORMAN, MCDOUGALL, WHALLEY

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