Turkey’s on the table, but the table’s gonna scream, Casserole is bubbling like a necromancer’s dream. Grandma’s stuffing twitches with a mind of its own, Cranberries chanting in a ritual tone. Carve it up! Dig it out! Hear the gravy start to shout! Forks like daggers, plates like shields, This dinner is a battlefield! STUFF! YOUR! FACE! Before the food stuffs you instead! STUFF! YOUR! FACE! Raise your fork and praise the dead! This ain’t a feast, it’s a feeding frenzy race, ‘Cause if you don’t eat fast… something else takes your place! Mashed potatoes rising like a tidal wave of doom, Sweet potatoes plotting from the far end of the room. Biscuits break their chains and crawl across the floor, The pumpkin pie whispers, “You won’t make it to the door…” Sautéed screams, roasted cries, Apple cider judging lives. Bless this feast of chaos pure, A horror meal you can’t ignore! STUFF! YOUR! FACE! Before the dinner bites you back! STUFF! YOUR! FACE! Fear the gravy’s final attack! The yams revolt, the rolls disgrace, Sit down, shut up, and STUFF YOUR FACE! Knife like a scythe! Spoon like a claw! Grandpa yelling, “PASS THE SLAW!” Kitchen’s turning into Hell, But damn… this food still smells real swell. STUFF! YOUR! FACE! Let the carnage fill your plate! STUFF! YOUR! FACE! Thanksgiving doom… accept your fate! When the table flips and the sides give chase… Just scream with pride as you STUFF! YOUR! FACE!
