STUFFED & DANGEROUS

(Reverb-soaked Intro — autotuned)

Yeeaaahhh…

I’m stuffed…

I’m dangerous…

(Ayy— ayy— echoes into the void)

(Country-Trap Hook — melodic but hard)

I got gravy on my boots, cornbread on my chain,

Ate so much that the table filed a claim.

I’m stuffed and dangerous — boy, I can’t breathe right,

Thanksgiving got me lookin’ like I lost a bar fight.

(Yuh— yuh— echo

Lost a bar fight— bar fight— fight—)

(Verse 1 — Gangster Rap + Trap layers)

Walk in the kitchen, big swagger in the frame,

Turkey on the counter lookin’ tender, say my name.

Hit it with the side-eye, whispered, “Girl, you’re to blame,”

’Cause I blacked out twice and the yams still came.

Uncle said chill, but I don’t back down,

Mac ’n’ cheese golden like I’m wearin’ a crown.

Stomach throwin’ gang signs, rumblin’ like a hound,

Button flew off my jeans, ain’t nowhere to be found.

(BRRAH— BRRAH— echo)

(Rage Ad-Lib Section)

STUFFED! (yeah)

PAIN! (ugh)

BREATHIN’! (nah)

CAN’T! (nah)

Plate to plate like I’m runnin’ up ranks!

(distorted screaming in the background like a Rage beat)

(Verse 2 — Country drip + Autotune croon)

Mama said pace myself — girl, I tried…

But the biscuits came fresh and my willpower died.

Ate so hard I got sweat in my eyes,

Now I’m leaned in a recliner like a cowboy that cried.

Leftovers whisperin’, “Ken, come take a ride…”

And I did — fully aware of my pride.

Now my heartbeat sound like a bass drum slide,

Even Siri said, “Boy, you’re barely alive…”

(auto-tuned “baaaarelyyy aliiiiiive” trailing off)

(Hook — fuller, heavier, more reverb)

I got gravy on my boots, cornbread on my chain,

Ate so much that the table filed a claim.

I’m stuffed and dangerous — boy, I can’t breathe right,

Thanksgiving got me lookin’ like I lost a bar fight.

(Echo: lost… bar… fight…)

(Bridge — whisper trap + echo)

Heart slow…

Belt tight…

Last roll…

I might…

Lie down…

Goodnight…

(echo: night… night… night)

(Outro — country autotune fade)

Tell the doctor I fought hard…

Tell the fridge I died a star…

I went plate-first into battle…

And I made it pretty far…

(guitar twang, reverb drowning out the last “faaaaarrrr”)