Lobster pon di Moonlit Boil

[Intro – Moon Over Di Pot] [Suno Prompt: deep bass drone, underwater bubbles, bass clarinet moan, slow ritual percussion] Moon shine pale… reef glow blue… one red claw push straight through… Bubble rise… shellpot steam… somebody cook like him born fi dream… [Verse 1 – Di Brine Aristocrat Arrive] Lobster step from a coral hall, wear one napkin like a royal shawl. Claw dem high and eye dem proud, walk real slow like him lead a crowd. Him seh: “Tonight no common chow— we dine like deep-sea nobles now. Bring di salt, di thyme, di sea-grape leaf, bring moon-butter from di outer reef.” One shrimp take note pon a driftwood slate, one crab whisper: “Dis getting late…” But Lobster pose by di steaming pot, like di whole blue trench belong to him lot. [Pre-Chorus – Di Water Get Rich] [Suno Prompt: bass-forward build, dub echo, eerie clarinet accents] One shell clink… two spoon shine… all a di reef smell soup an’ brine… [Chorus – Lobster Pon Di Moonlit Boil] [Suno Prompt: crushing undersea doom chorus, chant backing, bubbling dub echo] Lobster pon di Moonlit Boil, cook with pride and too much style. Lobster pon di Moonlit Boil, stir di pot till di reef gone wild. Claw up high and apron spoiled— nobody safe from di Moonlit Boil.** [Verse 2 – Di Recipe Turn Strange] First him add one pearl-white yam, then six clove and a jelly jam. Then he fling in one sandal strap, say: “Texture, bredda. Mark dat chap.” Moray poke from a coral crack, seh: “Dat no food, put dat ting back.” Octopus nod with four arms crossed, while two more arms stir mystery sauce. One old eel bring pepper weed, Lobster shout: “Yes! Exactly what we need!” Then him pour one lantern oil by mistake, claim it give di broth “a noble wake.” Steam rise gold through di midnight bay, fish dem circle but drift away. Everybody smell dat rich salt cloud— nobody brave enough fi say it loud. [Chorus – Lobster Pon Di Moonlit Boil] [Suno Prompt: repeat chorus with thicker bass and wider vocal layers] Lobster pon di Moonlit Boil, fancy plans inna coral spoil. Lobster pon di Moonlit Boil, silver spoon and a muddy toil. Moon look down through di bubbling coil— still he grin at di Moonlit Boil.** [Bridge – Di Feast of Pure Confusion] [Suno Prompt: psychedelic dub bridge, phaser guitar, deep bass pulse, watery reverb] Then come di guests in a drifting line— crab, squid, ray, an’ a sardine nine. One jellyfish wear a table lace, one starfish bring a solemn face. Lobster raise him ladle high, say: “Tonight we transcend supply.” Nobody know what dat phrase meant, but everyone clap one hundred percent. Then him serve di broth in a conchshell cup— first sip down, then all look up. Too much salt and too much smoke, one puffer swell and nearly choke. Still Lobster nod like a genius blessed, “Needs more kelp,” him then suggest. [Final Chorus – Too Much Class fi One Pot] [Suno Prompt: huge final chorus, monolithic groove, warm chant vocals] Lobster pon di Moonlit Boil, cook all night in delirious style. Lobster pon di Moonlit Boil, half gourmet and half pure spoil. Too much vision can cloud yuh pot— some tings royal, some tings not. Moon still shine while di broth run wild— long live di king of di overboiled.** [Outro – Last Bubble Pop] [Suno Prompt: slow fading doom outro, bubbles, bass clarinet, warm dub reverb] Steam drift low… moon sink thin… Lobster taste… then grin again… “Next batch better…” him softly claim… while di reef forget who start dis flame…