My Good Dish

Indignant nitpicking male MC, 132 BPM rowdy club rap, thumping kick, snapping snare, cowbell, rumbling bass, indignant loud bars, outraged punchlines, ‑indie, ‑soft, ‑gentle, ‑sleepy, ‑lullaby, ‑whisper, ‑industrial, ‑trap hi-hat rolls, ‑drill, ‑choir, ‑gang shouts, ‑crowd chants, ‑Soft Fire, ‑lo-fi, ‑brass, ‑ballad, ‑piano, ‑organ, ‑keyboards, ‑metal, ‑slide guitar, ‑808, ‑sub bass, ‑handclaps, ‑punk, ‑country, ‑twang, ‑opera, ‑gospel, ‑funk, ‑ska, ‑horror, ‑Halloween, ‑generic rap voice, ‑crooning, ‑crooner, ‑breathy, ‑high light vocal, ‑talk-sing, ‑hushed, ‑legato, ‑silky, ‑smooth, ‑half-spoken, ‑close-mic, ‑spoken, ‑spoken word, ‑mumble, ‑mumble rap, ‑whispered, ‑laid-back, ‑low-energy, ‑thin vocal, ‑auto-tune, ‑dubstep, ‑EDM drop, ‑R&B, ‑emo, ‑reggaeton, ‑strings, ‑warm mid-range male vocal, ‑female vocals

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[Verse 1: Indignant nitpicking male MC, indignant, every detail spat]
Three years ago your husband had his knee done
I made my lasagna, the real one, the deep one
Four layers, fresh basil, ricotta from the store downtown
In my good blue dish with the chip shaped like Ohio on the crown
Mama gave me that dish when I moved out at twenty
Survived three apartments and a kitchen fire, plenty
I set it on your counter with a note and a bow
Linda, that was June, and where's my dish now

[Verse 2: Indignant nitpicking male MC, indignant, louder]
You wave at me every morning with your coffee and your robe
Like nothing ever happened, like the dish was on the road
I left a note on your mailbox, I put a foil pan on your stoop
Empty, so you'd get the message, then you filled it up with soup
Now I owe you a container, Linda, that's a trick
That's a hostage situation and you're running it slick
I told the whole street, I told the mailman, I told your cat
Only man in town still bitter over that

[Verse 3: Indignant nitpicking male MC, shelf of casseroles, the cowbell drops out, indignant then stunned, the beat slams back]
So I marched into your kitchen and you didn't even blink
Opened up the pantry door and pointed past the sink
Whole shelf of baking dishes, masking tape on every one
Carol, Steve, the Nguyens, the Hendersons, the twins and their mom
Every neighbor on the street, everybody who cooked
Every dish that went missing is up there in a nook
Down at the end in blue with the Ohio chip still on
Masking tape in marker, Dennis, best one

[Bridge: Indignant nitpicking male MC, indignant, rowdy, full beat]
Best one, best one, she said it was the best one
Lasagna of the street and I'm the number one son
Still want it back, though
Still want it back, though

[Outro: Indignant nitpicking male MC, indignant, cowbell rings out and fades]
Dennis, best one
Give it back

[End]

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[Hook: Indignant nitpicking male MC, loud, indignant, cowbell and rumbling bass] That was my good dish Blue one, square one, heavy as a ship Brought it full of love and you sent back nothing That was my good dish, Linda, give me something [Verse 1: Indignant nitpicking male MC, indignant, every detail spat] Three years ago your husband had his knee done I made my lasagna, the real one, the deep one Four layers, fresh basil, ricotta from the store downtown In my good blue dish with the chip shaped like Ohio on the crown Mama gave me that dish when I moved out at twenty Survived three apartments and a kitchen fire, plenty I set it on your counter with a note and a bow Linda, that was June, and where's my dish now [Hook: Indignant nitpicking male MC, loud, indignant, cowbell and rumbling bass] That was my good dish Blue one, square one, heavy as a ship Brought it full of love and you sent back nothing That was my good dish, Linda, give me something [Verse 2: Indignant nitpicking male MC, indignant, louder] You wave at me every morning with your coffee and your robe Like nothing ever happened, like the dish was on the road I left a note on your mailbox, I put a foil pan on your stoop Empty, so you'd get the message, then you filled it up with soup Now I owe you a container, Linda, that's a trick That's a hostage situation and you're running it slick I told the whole street, I told the mailman, I told your cat Only man in town still bitter over that [Hook: Indignant nitpicking male MC, loud, indignant, cowbell and rumbling bass] That was my good dish Blue one, square one, heavy as a ship Brought it full of love and you sent back nothing That was my good dish, Linda, give me something [Verse 3: Indignant nitpicking male MC, shelf of casseroles, the cowbell drops out, indignant then stunned, the beat slams back] So I marched into your kitchen and you didn't even blink Opened up the pantry door and pointed past the sink Whole shelf of baking dishes, masking tape on every one Carol, Steve, the Nguyens, the Hendersons, the twins and their mom Every neighbor on the street, everybody who cooked Every dish that went missing is up there in a nook Down at the end in blue with the Ohio chip still on Masking tape in marker, Dennis, best one [Bridge: Indignant nitpicking male MC, indignant, rowdy, full beat] Best one, best one, she said it was the best one Lasagna of the street and I'm the number one son Still want it back, though Still want it back, though [Hook: Indignant nitpicking male MC, loud, indignant, cowbell and rumbling bass] That was my good dish Blue one, square one, heavy as a ship Brought it full of love and you sent back nothing That was my good dish, Linda, give me something [Outro: Indignant nitpicking male MC, indignant, cowbell rings out and fades] Dennis, best one Give it back [End]

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