[Intro – blues guitar over boiling oil & chain dragging]
“The Colonel still watches.”
“Eleven herbs, one unholy truth.”
deep fryer hisses like a demon hissin’ back
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[Verse 1]
Drove past midnight through the deep south pine
Saw a red-lit bucket and a crooked sign
The doors swung open on their own accord
Smell of death mixed with sweet cornbread spores
Inside: red tiles, stained with grease
Cashier’s skin hangin’ on like a lease
The Colonel’s portrait smilin’ wide
Eyes shiftin’ while I stepped inside
“Welcome back,” the cookman said
“Been waitin’ on your soul and bread.”
Then handed me a family meal
Still warm... but the bones could feel
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[Hook – Southern trap with gospel choir and kick drum]
🎵 KFC — the bucket don’t lie
What you eatin' used to cry
Secret blend from deep below
Grease-stained gospel, serve it slow 🎵
🎵 Bucket of bones, chicken of sin
You bite the leg, you let him in
The Colonel’s watching through the steam
Eleven herbs — and one bad dream 🎵
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[Verse 2]
Drumstick twitchin’ in my hand
Mashed potatoes full of sand
Biscuits whispering names I knew
Like Nana Mae... and Cousin Drew
The menu glitched and showed my face
With “Extra Crispy” by my place
I ran to leave — the door was gone
Behind me rose the fryer song
Cook said, “Original? Or soul extra crispy?”
Gravy swirled like blood too risky
They deep-fry more than just the meat
In this location, sins repeat
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[Bridge – Southern preacher voice, half-sung]
“The Colonel walks where no man should,
In white and grease, misunderstood.
You dipped your life in buttermilk,
Now taste the truth beneath the silk.”
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[Final Hook – dark gospel chant under 808s and sizzling]
🎵 KFC — your fate’s been brined
Eleven herbs, but none are kind
You chewed the skin, now wear the guilt
This bucket’s lined with the life you spilt 🎵
🎵 Bucket of bones, tears and thyme
He’ll feed you once... then serve you time
Say a prayer, then dig right in
But every meal starts where you end 🎵
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[Outro – wet splatter, distant banjo, Colonel whispers]
"I still make it by hand...
...finger lickin’ eternal."
Oil pops... organ chord slams shut. Then silence.
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Masterdkassovic
