🐶 [Intro – Whispered Over Crackling Fire + Chains Dragging]
OK, Mother Hubbard…
Went to the cupboard…
But the cupboard was full…
Of fingers and lies.
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🪓 [Verse 1 – Swampy Groove, Slow & Vile]
She wears a grin like split pig skin,
Rockin’ chair creaks as the dark rolls in.
Apron red, bones in a sack,
Licks the cleaver, never looks back.
She don’t bake pies, she don’t raise sheep—
She butchers sins while the children sleep.
Says “Come inside, the storm’s too near…”
Then feeds your soul to the mutt she rears.
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🩸 [Pre-Chorus – Chanty and Twisted]
No prayers here, no preacher calls,
Just teeth on steel and butchered dolls.
That dog ain’t starved—he’s fed just right,
On ribs and eyes every single night.
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🔥 [Chorus – Screamed, Southern Doom Energy]
OK, MOTHER HUBBARD!
She don’t fuckin’ care!
Cookin’ corpses in the open air!
One more scream, one more dish—
Stew so rich you’ll eat your wish!
OK, MOTHER HUBBARD!
Don’t knock that door!
She’ll feed your face to the dog on the floor!
No fairy tale—just blood and bread,
Where Grandma grins and the young wind up dead!
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🔪 [Verse 2 – Faster, Grimier Flow]
Cupboards creak, the floorboards moan,
You trip on teeth, she’s not alone.
Jars of fat, toes in stew,
She calls it “gumbo,” just for you.
She pets her dog, he growls on cue,
Licks your hand like he fuckin’ knew.
You run too slow, she hums real low—
“This meat’ll keep through winter snow…”
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🕯️ [Bridge – Spoken Breakdown with Chains, Fire, and Laughter]
Grandmother’s house ain’t what it seems…
The pie is skin.
The milk is screams.
That ain’t stew, it’s Johnny’s face…
And that dog just chewed off your fuckin’ lace.
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🔥 [Final Chorus – Screamed With Backup Chant Vocals]
OK, MOTHER HUBBARD!
Open wide!
Another child deep-fried inside!
Oven roars like Southern sin—
She’ll burn you clean and smile again!
OK, MOTHER HUBBARD!
The dog don’t beg—
He’s chewing on your neighbor’s leg!
No salvation, just her den—
Where fairy tales get cooked…
And never end.
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🐶 [Outro – Whispered Over Dog Growls + Fading Wind]
Went to the cupboard…
It wasn’t bare…
Now your bones…
Are stacked in there.
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