[Verse 1] Floor’s a butter crime, boots say “skate,” oil breath praying at the grate. Timer screams, my pores melt cheese, hands go slick with fryer sneeze. [Pre-Chorus] Clock drips lard, truth runs thick— I whisper “no”—grease answers “quick.” [Chorus] Grease trap rapture—pull that lid, saints of sludge know what we did. If lunch is hell, we ring the bell— baptize me in kitchen swell. [Post-Chorus] Hah—ugh—hah—hold—don’t slip-hah—ugh—hah. [Verse 2] Yesterday’s nuggets, skin of night, onion ghosts begging for light. Steam burps up like gutter prayer, salt sticks glitter in my hair. [Pre-Chorus] Manager says “smile for cams,” I bare my teeth, drip like clams. [Break / Build] (Drive-thru:) “Combo five, no ice.” (Prep cook:) “We’re out—no, twice.” Ticket snow, heartbeat clicks, crowd roar. [Drop] (PA barks:) “DO NOT OPEN THAT LID.” (Silence—then the beat slams back twice as hard.) [Verse 3] Too late—earth splits—black fondue, gravity drinks my ankle glue. Splash—mouth learns the taste of doom, stomach writes a greasy rune. [Bridge / Rap] Left mop, right rag—grit—don’t drown, tongue says “why,” throat says “down.” I chant “push through”—slick refrain, we skate the tide like sinners’ train. [Verse 4] Delivery kid slips, flaps like fate, catches a tray with ketchup hate. We surf the wave past freezer door, I cough a hymn—“one shift more.” [Double Chorus] Grease trap rapture—pull that lid, saints of sludge know what we did. If lunch is hell, we ring the bell— baptize me in kitchen swell. Grease trap rapture—shift from sin, punch the clock with butter grin. Wipe the sign, pretend it’s clean— pose like saints of filthy sheen. [Tag / Outro] (Manager, shaking:) “Mop again.” We nod, leave footprints shaped like fries.
