[Intro – Creaky Southern Voice w/ Harmonica Loop]
“They don’t feed us right out here…
…if the snakes don’t steal it, the gators will.”
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[Verse 1 – Comedic Dark Flow]
Woke up starvin’, ribs all sharp
Dreamed of cornbread, gator ribs, and bark
Tray slid under with a slop surprise
But the gator popped up with dinner plate eyes
Chomp! Right through my biscuit
Slapped that tray like it owed him a ticket
I screamed, “Hey! That’s my damn meal!”
He hissed and smiled — that swamp was real
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[Pre-Chorus – Yodel Scream Layered With Rap]
🎵 Gator grin got gold in his teeth
Stole my grub and laughed with beef
I’m sittin’ here with air pie stew
Gator got lunch, I got deja vu 🎵
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[Chorus – Southern Metal Anthem Style]
🎵 Gator got my grub, stole my plate again
Big green bastard with a permanent grin
I’m chewin’ mud while he eats filet
Prison in the swamp, just another day 🎵
🎵 Gator got my grub, licked the tray clean
Left me starin’ at beans I ain’t never seen
He’s the king of the yard, I’m the jester in chains
Welcome to hell, with teeth and fangs 🎵
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[Verse 2 – Comedy Bars w/ Bite]
Mike said, “Throw a rock!” — he ate that too
Pete tried soup, gator took his shoe
Angie smuggled snacks in a hollowed cane
But they sniffed it out like a gravy train
We tried teamin’ up, made a distraction
But them swamp guards sprung into action
So now we sip broth made from moss and regret
And sing to the moon ‘cause it’s all we get
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[Bridge – Harmonica Breakdown + Spoken Word]
🎵 No forks, no knives
Just teeth, claws, and ruined lives
If you want dessert, you better pray
That gator’s nappin’ real far away 🎵
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[Final Chorus – Double Time Drum Drop]
🎵 Gator got my grub, every night, no shame
Even stole the gum off my bunkmate’s name
He eats like a king while I chew on bark
Florida swamp prison, cold and dark 🎵
🎵 Gator got my grub — that’s the daily song
Tryna make a sandwich but I’m doin’ it wrong
He’s watchin’ me now with them hungry eyes
And I’m just hopin’ he don’t like human thighs 🎵
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