Prompt / 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]
Tags
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.
Duration
3:06
Instrumental
No
Created
1/13/2026