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A full breakfast, especially in the British Isles and some other English-speaking cultures, is a substantial breakfast meal of several courses including a cooked main course, a starter such as fruit juice, prunes, grapefruit, or cereal, and a beverage such as coffee or tea or, in a pub, an alcoholic drink.
The phrase is used to differentiate it from the European continental breakfast traditionally consisting of tea, milk or coffee and fruit juices with croissants or pastries. It is often considered the best of traditional English food. W. Somerset Maugham stated, "To eat well in England you should have breakfast three times a day." Many British cafés and pubs serve the meal at any time as an "all-day breakfast".
"Full breakfast" may also refer to the main dish itself,, which traditionally includes meat and eggs. Other common names for the dish include bacon and eggs, or the fry-up. Variants include the full English, full Scottish, full Welsh and full Irish breakfasts and the Ulster fry.
The name "bacon and eggs" was popularised by Edward Bernays in the 1920s. To promote sales of bacon, he conducted a survey of physicians and reported their recommendations that people eat hearty breakfasts. He sent the results of the survey to 5000 physicians, along with publicity touting bacon and eggs as a hearty breakfast.
My main vantage point is I use live ammunition
I've survived the restrictions that make my mic flow such addiction
Friction leads to fire, crews could get burned
How much ink I just injected is none of your concern
Unless your on terms of understanding with the meager
Eager to be mute so you can inherit the heater
I can tell you're not graced in the study of conflict
The grace for words of doom to pick my verse to be convict
I've seen other schools of thought teach a class
I stand the grounds in colours of glass and Sunday Mass
So I ask who plays the lead role of darkness in my cast?
Taste my torture, sweet words of the warlock
A filthy minded mongrel, make sure the door's locked
I adore addiction, blood shed and depression
Flesh and skin cover my skull, shine with aggression
Emerald eyes and golden strains
A painful voice, pale skin and acid rain showers
Powerful stream of tears to trickle
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A sick individual, high voltage assault
it with the battering ram, throwing heat with the catapult
Now add a jolt of electricity, extreme wattage
A psycho in the forest with an axe that ransacks your cottage
It's all fucked up in this bitch
The weird and the wonderful, the circus tent's been pitched
Now wake up in the night in a cold sweat and scream