[intro – spoken sample, distorted and echoing] I’m Pickle Rick! Born in the brine, reject the flesh! [verse 1 – screamed, fast rhythm] Steel teeth grind, rat spine crown, Crawl through filth, I won’t back down. Therapy waits, I take the sewer, Self-made monster, pain’s the cure. [pre-chorus – clean vocals, eerie and melodic] Screams in the jar, echoes in chrome, Science is god and violence is home. [chorus – screamed, full band intensity] I’m Pickle Rick! No guilt, no shame, no trick! From glass to gore, I crawl and fight, A genius warlord in the night! [verse 2 – screamed, syncopated guitar riffs] Family’s upstairs, emotions rot, I built a throne from every shot. Every cut, a calculated sin, I win by never letting them in. [breakdown – deep growls, heavy chugs] Pickle, blade, blood and bile, I conquer pain with genius style! Rat guts sing, I feel alive, Therapy dies when I survive! [final chorus – screamed, gang vocals backing] I’m Pickle Rick! Self-inflicted mythic kick! Invent, escape, repeat the crime, A god trapped in his own design! [outro – spoken, filtered through static] I turned myself into a pickle, Morty…
