Bruce's Bizarre Buffet

[Verse] Bruce chowin' down on a bizarre plate of fate, Farts on the menu, whispering from the crate, Gutter food critic, stomach's outta date, Cheeks puffin' like a mime, straight to that buffet. [Chorus] Bruce eatin' farts, no Michelin star, Scrapin' flavors off wind, that's bizarre, From breakfast to supper, he's eatin' them raw, Bruce got that appetite, breakin’ the law. [Verse 2] Late night snack, he's a culinary freak, BBC on the table, Bruce feast like a sheik, Grubbin’ on the unlikely, that's his mystique, Travel channel can't even handle this unique. [Chorus] Bruce eatin' farts, no Michelin star, Scrapin' flavors off wind, that's bizarre, From breakfast to supper, he's eatin’ them raw, Bruce got that appetite, breakin’ the law. [Bridge] Mind of a madman, there’s no cuisine he won’t glean, Buttery fumes, BBC dream, the food scene extreme, Holdin' down the oddest grub, like an empire's scheme, Bruce reppin’ flavors, the weird, the obscene. [Verse 3] Taste-testing toxins, no cap, no facade, Digestin' anything that belches and nods, Gastronaut hustler, his own culinary god, Unstoppable hunger, force-fed the odd.