Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro – low distorted guitar riff + slow 808 slide] Yeah… post-grunge era, throat full of static She said “what’s for dinner?” I said “you already know the packet” [Chorus] She eat a big bowl a dickaroni for din-din Heavy cream sauce, yeah she lick the rim-rim Macaroni elbows but the meat stay gristle Swallowin’ pride with a side of dismissal Big bowl dickaroni, she don’t need no sides Got that cream drippin’ down both sides of her eyes She eat a big bowl a dickaroni for din-din That’s main course, dessert, and her fuckin’ religion [Verse 1] Pasta water salty like the tears she won’t cry Boil the pipe dream till the starch make it lie She twirl it on fork like “boy you know I’m starved” Then deep throat the colander, leave the kitchen scarred Parmesan rain, she catch it with her tongue Say grace on her knees where the linoleum’s rung Noodles limp, but the protein stay rigid She call it carb-loading for when she get wicked [Chorus] She eat a big bowl a dickaroni for din-din Extra thicc sauce, call that shit sin-bin Elbows hittin’ tonsils like a breakdown riff She slurp to the beat while the neighbors get miffed Big bowl dickaroni, plate lookin’ biblical She finish with a burp and a middle finger visual She eat a big bowl a dickaroni for din-din That’s dinner, devotion, and original sin [Verse 2 – faster, more screamed] Rust belt appetite, she don’t do light meals Devour the whole value pack, no appeals Got that post-hardcore hunger, all distortion and need Turn a Hot Pocket night to a religious deed She gargle the alphabet soup but skip every vowel Just consonants and cream till the stomach start to howl Call her chef’s special, call her five-star felon Call her whatever you want, she still eatin’ my Kelloggs [Bridge – clean guitar arpeggio into crushing distortion] Yeah… she licked the bowl clean like a last rite prayer Left nothin’ but steam and a fuck-you stare Said “that hit the spot” with mascara rivers Then asked for seconds while I’m still shakin’ shivers [Final Chorus – half sung, half growled] She ate a whole pot a dickaroni for din-din Left the kitchen reekin’ like original sin Big bowl, no regrets, no safe word, no filter Just a full belly and a heart full of winter She eat a big bowl a dickaroni for din-din Now the whole block know what that girl been within Big bowl… dickaroni… din-din Fade out on the moan and the feedback begin [Outro – distant feedback + dripping faucet sample] …she still hungry tho Night-night.
Tags
post-grunge, rap, trap metal, nu-metal, horrorcore, meme rap, crunk, screamo-rap hybrid, dirty south, lo-fi distortion
Duration
2:47
Instrumental
No
Created
2/15/2026