The Capitulating Duets go to New York to visit Flipsidz in Harlem...
Trax: Dude that was crude in the lewd lounching a shitty beachball at the Jersey Shore. From across the bay like a pickle missile. Launching at the moon and Dr. Doom at the same twilight.
Crux: Lounging ain't nothing but beating the town sing along scene here in the phony taco they call Nueva York.
Sicco: Together we are Capitulation's Catapult down the city stride with Clyde the Glyde...
Clyde: How come the city smells so bad?
Cleu: Cause the Cockroaches barbeque man!
Get a Cleu!
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