[Intro – low distorted guitar riff + slow 808 slide]
Yeah… post-grunge era, throat full of static
She said “what’s for dinner?”
I said “you already know the packet”
[Chorus]
She eat a big bowl a dickaroni for din-din
Heavy cream sauce, yeah she lick the rim-rim
Macaroni elbows but the meat stay gristle
Swallowin’ pride with a side of dismissal
Big bowl dickaroni, she don’t need no sides
Got that cream drippin’ down both sides of her eyes
She eat a big bowl a dickaroni for din-din
That’s main course, dessert, and her fuckin’ religion
[Verse 1]
Pasta water salty like the tears she won’t cry
Boil the pipe dream till the starch make it lie
She twirl it on fork like “boy you know I’m starved”
Then deep throat the colander, leave the kitchen scarred
Parmesan rain, she catch it with her tongue
Say grace on her knees where the linoleum’s rung
Noodles limp, but the protein stay rigid
She call it carb-loading for when she get wicked
[Chorus]
She eat a big bowl a dickaroni for din-din
Extra thicc sauce, call that shit sin-bin
Elbows hittin’ tonsils like a breakdown riff
She slurp to the beat while the neighbors get miffed
Big bowl dickaroni, plate lookin’ biblical
She finish with a burp and a middle finger visual
She eat a big bowl a dickaroni for din-din
That’s dinner, devotion, and original sin
[Verse 2 – faster, more screamed]
Rust belt appetite, she don’t do light meals
Devour the whole value pack, no appeals
Got that post-hardcore hunger, all distortion and need
Turn a Hot Pocket night to a religious deed
She gargle the alphabet soup but skip every vowel
Just consonants and cream till the stomach start to howl
Call her chef’s special, call her five-star felon
Call her whatever you want, she still eatin’ my Kelloggs
[Bridge – clean guitar arpeggio into crushing distortion]
Yeah… she licked the bowl clean like a last rite prayer
Left nothin’ but steam and a fuck-you stare
Said “that hit the spot” with mascara rivers
Then asked for seconds while I’m still shakin’ shivers
[Final Chorus – half sung, half growled]
She ate a whole pot a dickaroni for din-din
Left the kitchen reekin’ like original sin
Big bowl, no regrets, no safe word, no filter
Just a full belly and a heart full of winter
She eat a big bowl a dickaroni for din-din
Now the whole block know what that girl been within
Big bowl… dickaroni… din-din
Fade out on the moan and the feedback begin
[Outro – distant feedback + dripping faucet sample]
…she still hungry tho
Night-night.
DickemDown
