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Lyrics
[Intro]
[whispered vocals] order up
Order up
[low vocal register] worship the grease
[blast beat kicks in]
[Verse 1]
Golden arches
Glowing like an altar
I step in
Heart rate falter
Thirty-pack craving
Brainstem twitch
Smell of salt
Makes my morals glitch
Stare at the menu
Like a cultist chant
"Would you like to go large?"
[high shriek] I said I [guttural] WANT
[Chorus]
[guttural] CHICK-EN MC-NUG-GETS
PILE ‘EM TO THE SKY
DROWN ‘EM IN THE SAUCE
LET THE WEAK ONES DIE
[high fry] CRIS-PY SPRITE
BURN MY THROAT TONIGHT
FIZZ LIKE ACID
IN MY STOMACH PIT OF NIGHT
[Verse 2]
Paper crown crooked
Grease on my hands
Drums in my chest
Like metal cans
Friends at the table
Eyes rolled white
We feast in the flicker
Of the late shift light
[gutturals] CRUNCH THAT SKIN
BLESS THIS SIN
BITE BY BITE
LET THE DARKNESS IN
Tray like a tomb
As the fries decay
I’ll be back tomorrow
To rot the same way
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
[breakdown]
[guttural] DIP… THAT… BONE-LESS… FLESH
TASTE THAT CHEM-I-CAL CA-RESS
STACK THOSE BOXES TO THE CEILING
CORPSE-BRINE CARBONATED FEELING
[call-and-response]
[high shriek] “ANY SAUCE?”
[growled] GIVE ME ALL YOU GOT
[high shriek] “ANY SAUCE?”
[growled] ‘TIL MY ARTER-IES ROT
[crescendo]
[high fry] CRISPY
[guttural] SPRITE
[high fry] CRISPY
[guttural] SPRITE
[guttural] BUBBLE UP THE VOID INSIDE
[Chorus]
Details
GeneratedJan 13, 2026
Duration3:06
LanguageEnglish
Style
Modern deathcore with slam breaks and chaotic drums; downtuned guitars chug in dissonant patterns, bass drops under guttural pig-squeals and high shrieks. Verses are blast-beat assaults; chorus leans into a staggering half-time mosh riff with layered fry screams. Occasional glitchy pauses and sub drops punch the “Crispy Sprite” hook. Male vocals.
Credits
Prompt by
Vito324
Vito324ModelAria v5
Prompt
Deathcore song about McDonald’s, heavy vocals, gutturals, chicken mcnuggets, crispy sprite.
