Peanut Butter Sandwich (Jaw Locked)

[Intro – Baby vocal, soft & sticky vowel play] A peanut butter sandwich… made a king lose his whole damn mind… Mm-mm, slick and sweet, it sealed his fate in a single bite… [Verse 1 – Sport vocal, fast with hard RR & GG] He only wanted one thing, that thick peanut butter dream Jaws clamped shut, couldn’t speak, stuck in a sticky scene-een-een Subjects brought him gold and jewels, fancy cars and diamond rings But he said “Forget that royal stuff… just bring me peanut butter, kings!” Dentist tried, doctor tried, plumber banged on every side Still those jaws stayed locked up tight — couldn’t get them open wide Ran through halls, through stone and steel, through thunder, smoke, and rain Every bite that touched his tongue just sent him back insane Grinding, grinding, royal pride, cracking under crunch and chew He begged the cooks, “One more slice,” but the sandwich held him blue [Hook – Slut vocal, smooth & teasing with vowel echoes] Peanut butter! Sticky, sweet, won’t let go-o-o! Jaw locked tight, kingdom stressed, everything moving slow-ow-ow Pliers, wires, firefighters tried for twenty years or more Still couldn’t pry that peanut butter sandwich off his royal core! Peanut butter! Honey thick, dripping down the throne-o-o! He moaned and shook, but all he knew was “gimme more, more, more” Sticky lips, electric hips, whole court in a frantic swarm One little bite turned into a curse inside that palace storm [Verse 2 – All 3 vocals trading, hard RR/GG emphasis] Carpenter with tools came through, telephone man with wires too They pulled and tugged with all their might, but nothing they could do Ropes and chains, steam and oil, whole kingdom on their knees But the king just smiled real slow and whispered through his teeth Baby: “Uh-oh, uh-oh, it’s glued me up for good…” Sport: “RRRRip the walls, bring gear, bring force, do what you should!” Slut: “Mmm, if he wants that sandwich, let him taste that sticky sin…” Together: “The jaw won’t budge, the crust won’t crack, the hunger’s caving in!” Guards marched in with iron crowbars, scholars read from ancient scrolls Blacksmiths struck and monks all chanted, trying to release his soul But every clang and every pull just made the legend grow A king imprisoned by a lunchbox, sunk in peanut butter glow [Bridge – Baby + Slut layered] My wooden xylophone… tapping out his sticky tone… Xylophone… xylophone… ringing where his jaw is sewn… Baby: “Nuh-uh… no-no… it’s jammed up in the bone…” Slut: “Mmm, let it drip, let it stick, let it make him moan…” Xylophone… xylophone… rattling through the throne room stone… Peanut paste and royal rage, all the court had ever known… [Verse 3 – Sport vocal, then split trio] Years went by, the banners frayed, the marble cracked and burned The queen said, “Enough of this,” but still the king returned To the same old pantry shelf where the silver knife once flashed And he’d stare at jars of peanut butter like a saint stares into ash Sport: “He needs a break, he needs a shake, he needs the lock to crack!” Baby: “But every time they pry him loose, it snaps him right back…” Slut: “He loves that paste, that creamy taste, that dirty little throne…” All: “A mouthful made of madness, and a kingdom made of stone!” Carriages rolled, the people howled, the palace bells rang out But the king just thrashed and laughed and bit down on his doubt Clenched jaw, clenched fist, red face, wild-eyed glare Like a beast in velvet robes with a thousand-pound stare [Outro – All 3 vocals harmonizing, vowel repetition] Kingdom falling all around, but the king just laughed and said “Another peanut butter sandwich please… till I’m good and dead!” Baby: “Pea-nut bu-tter… pea-nut bu-tter…” Sport: “LOCKED! LOCKED! JAW LOCKED!” Slut: “Sticky, sweet, all over me…” All 3: “Peanut butter sandwich… made a king lose his whole damn mind…” “Peanut butter sandwich… and he never got it off his spine…”