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Gobblin' on Some Glizzys

EDM rap with heavy wobble bass, deep 808s, glitch stutters, and smooth croon hooks. Male and female deut. Energetic synths with aggressive drops, layered percussive textures, and dynamic tempo shifts. Vocals: precise, emotionally authentic rap verses about Johan from Monster, blending psychological tension, manipulation, and charisma. Croons for hooks, subtle pitch modulation, controlled vibrato, and clear articulation. Glitch stutters applied to syllables and words to enhance tension. Emphasis on clarity through glitches and bass-heavy instrumentation. Dark, suspenseful, cinematic energy.

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Lyrics

Intro

Yeah, you bun-burnin’, weak-grillin’, ketchup-drippin’, plain-ass

Dry-dog, no-sauce, mustard-missin’, broke-plate-holdin’

Get your hungry ass up off the curb, homie

You got five seconds to step before The Gobbler come through

It’s some real dog-eatin’ legends in this spot tonight

Yeah, you know the motherf***in’ sco’

All you veggie-eaters, salad-biters, tofu-nibblers

Get the hell up outta here, bitch

‘Cause it’s some grill-flippin’, bun-stackin’, sausage-crackin’

Glizzy-smashin’ fiends in here — The Glizzy Gobbler, homie

We puttin’ it down, no playin’ witcha

Now fire it up, homie

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Hook

Gobblin’ on some glizzys, gob-gobblin’ on some, gob

Gobblin’ on some glizzys, gob-gobblin’ on some, gob

Gobblin’ on some glizzys, gob-gobblin’ on some, gob

Gobblin’ on some glizzys, gob-gobblin’ on some, gob

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Verse 1

I’m trill, workin’ the grill, a champ, not a chump

Keep the hot dogs hotter than a barbecue pump

We eat so many franks, I got sodium overload

Homies hatin’ on my relish ‘cause my toppings always bold

You say that you the chef, I ain’t believin’ that flex

You got the funny boiled dog with the knockoff buns at best

Take that weak shit off, you embarrassing us

I got that foot-long glizzy, man, ketchup and spicy must

Chili-cheese phone in my left hand, bruh

The 84 picnic with the dogs lined up

If you got sixteen buns, you can get a platter

I’m choking on this hot link spicy, needin’ more water

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Hook

Gobblin’ on some glizzys, gob-gobblin’ on some, gob

Gobblin’ on some glizzys, gob-gobblin’ on some, gob

Gobblin’ on some glizzys, gob-gobblin’ on some, gob

Gobblin’ on some glizzys, gob-gobblin’ on some, gob

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Verse 2

Some homies scared to flaunt it, some homies, they want it

Some homies just frontin’, but I be stomach deep on it

With the Gobbler clique, and we ain’t about no fake eats

If we gon’ grill dogs, then we gon’ grill dogs, and we gon’ feast

Two homies all at the table, two homies all at the buns

Plus these glizzys got me stuffed, can’t move, but I still want some

She popped her a Sprite can, dipped fries in some cheese

And just when you thought she was finished, she ordered ten more, please

Homies pull up with trays and coolers, lined in rows like duck-duck-goose

Any flavor you want, it’s here, bratwurst, Polish, or Cajun boost

Forty dollars for just one pack, Hebrew National on the stack

Homies grilling and filling and chilling, man, I’m ‘bout all out

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Hook

Gobblin’ on some glizzys, gob-gobblin’ on some, gob

Gobblin’ on some glizzys, gob-gobblin’ on some, gob

Gobblin’ on some glizzys, gob-gobblin’ on some, gob

Gobblin’ on some glizzys, gob-gobblin’ on some, gob

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Verse 3

People always asking me, “Is The Gobbler full off that?”

Rolling with a tray stacked, mustard drip, ketchup splash

Wh-wh-where the grill at? Ain’t like that, we need that

Charcoal will slow me down, propane gon’ keep me heated

Nothing like that ballpark frank, sizzling, making noise

Talking like, “What’s up, fool?” Voice thick from them Oscar Boys

In my days, all we did was pig out on a quarter-pound

Gone on dogs, stomach all stuck, this here shit will knock you down

Knock you out, make you lean back when you on them meals

Ain’t no doubt, hit me when you see that refill

Once again, on my weekly cook, gotta have that feast

Yeah, my homie, you ain’t know? I’ll eat till my heart cease

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Bridge

Homie, tell me what you know ‘bout brat kings and chili cheese

Sauerkraut and diced onions stacked up with sesame seeds

With my glizzy crew loading plates, that’s my southern credo

Quick, fast, we’ll put it on your ass like jalapeño

Because you frontin’ weak grillers, be bland like a Cracker (Cracker)

You ain’t from the backyard, boy, but you gets the middle finger (Finger)

Bun-banger, dog-slanger

Occasionally take your chick to the stand and get her the Frankfurter hanger

When The Gobbler come, danger, homie, ring your alarm

Foot-long on my arm, ketchup stain on my palm

And that crazy shit, I’m tripping on some corndog bitches

Something that’s wholesome, fairground to Folsom

For the most, I’m steady gobblin’ on some, gobblin’ on some

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Hook / Outro

Gobblin’ on some glizzys, gob-gobblin’ on some, gob

Gobblin’ on some glizzys, gob-gobblin’ on some, gob

Gobblin’ on some glizzys, gob-gobblin’ on some, gob

Gobblin’ on some glizzys, gob-gobblin’ on some, gob

Gobblin’ on some glizzys, gob-gobblin’ on some, gob

Gobblin’ on some glizzys, gob-gobblin’ on some, gob

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