Full Throttle 💩

[Intro – Spoken Male Voice, urgent] “Yo… forgive me fam… I don’t think I can hold this much longer… that last coffee and double fudge swirl got me on DEFCON 💩… y’all might wanna stand back… this could get messy!” [Verse 1 – Male Rap] Woke up feelin’ like a king, cone crown on my head Triple scoop hustle, chocolate river spread Now the bubble in my gut say the crown might fall But the beat so hot, gotta serve it to y’all Runnin’ past old ladies, dogs bark in fear Whole block screamin’ ‘Damn son, get outta here!’ Turn the corner, slip on fudge, can’t stop My stomach screamin’ louder than the bass drop [Pre-Chorus – Gospel Choir] Oh lord, give him strength Hold it in, hold it in, hold it in… (echo) [Chorus – Both Voices] Ice cream hustle, bassline quake Glorious swirl, sugar earthquake Run that beat, shake the ground Pray this cream don’t come back ‘round [Verse 2 – Rapid-Fire Rap] Sirens wail, streets on blast Neighbors peekin’ out, watch me dash Hop a fence, duckin’ low Lookin’ for bushes, ready to blow Sweat drip heavy, breathin’ hard Prayin’ that the lord guard my yard Bassline kick, heartbeat race Tryna find cover, need a safe place [Bridge – Spoken Male Voice, panicked] “Yo… choir… crank it up… this the final run… bushes in sight… hold on…” [Gospel Choir – Dramatic] Hallelujah, keep it tight Save his pants from the blight Hallelujah, lord above Guide his steps with holy love [Verse 3 – Male Rap] Enemies watchin’, rival cones lurk But I’m clenchin’ so hard, doin’ god’s work My knees get weak, but I won’t fall Sprint to them bushes, answer the call Hear the angels sing, beat still pound‘ Bout to crouch low, get safe on the ground [Breakdown – Glitchy FX, Gospel Wailing] Choir: “Hold it in, hold it in…” (Male Voice): “Yo… bushes right there… choir… sing me home… oh lord…” [Final Chorus – Massive Layered] Ice cream hustle, fight the doom Sweat and fear fill the room Rap so fast, bass so deep Lord don’t let this beat make me leak [Extended Outro – Spoken] “Yo… almost there… bushes right here… lord forgive me… [woman voice disgusted: yo, what's that smell... dude for real? Man you nasty!] … choir keep singin’… I’mma crouch and pray… oh dear God… 💩…”