[[Verse 1] Two carts, one wobbly wheel, leaking meat juice on my heel. Soda slick, receipt confetti, I lick my thumb—grim, sweaty. [Pre-Chorus] Line it up—chalk of fries, helmet hair, feral eyes. [Chorus] Grocery cart derby—lot B grime, ankle death in perfect time. If dignity’s asleep tonight, we’ll wake it with a shopping fight. [Post-Chorus] Ha—HA—lean low—don’t brake—GO. [Verse 2] Sample lady yells “not there!” rotisserie drip perfumes the air. Diaper wind, hot-dog steam, I taste regret, neon green. [Pre-Chorus] Count it down—three, two—hiss— rubber screams, we kiss the abyss. [Break / Build] (PA barks:) “Please return carts to the corral.” (Whisper:) “nuh-uh.” Shoelace knots; someone falls; crowd howls. [Drop] (Beat slams back; the lot answers.) [Verse 3] I slingshot hard through puddle stew, soak my shins in barbecue. Corner tight—bah—OW—shin bite, handle rattles, jaw ignites. [Bridge / Rap] Left foot pump, right foot shove, blood tastes like aisle five love. Security cam sees my soul do donuts ’round the cart return pole. [Verse 4] Rival clips me—plastic crack, I fishtail, spine goes slack. Grab the rail with greasy grace, I spit, I grin, reclaim my place. [Double Chorus] Grocery cart derby—lot B grime, ankle death in perfect time. If dignity’s asleep tonight, we’ll wake it with a shopping fight. Grocery cart derby—horns from hell, manager sighs, I ride that bell. We crown a champ with coupon crown— kiss the asphalt, king of town. [Tag / Outro] (PA barks:) “Security to Lot B.” I wave like royalty, roll my cart into the dark.
