Lyrics
[Intro]
(Instrumental Solo)
[Verse 1]
Down in the grease pit they call the breakfast line
Big Block Head Huskey’s barkin’ orders, losin’ his mind
Ejack’s noggin’s a cinder block—square, dense, and thick
Minionized hands fry cotton for sense? Nah, there’s no sense to pick
He snarls, “I need that fluff for Jaybo’s diapers, you fools!”
But they dunk bolls in boilin’ oil, breakin’ all the rules
[Verse 2]
Blender churns eggs with yesterday’s grits, oopsie daisy mess
Management’s in fantasy land, facelifts floppin’ like stressed-out breasts
They hand out joke jobs like they’re doin’ favors, big shots on high
Crush the little guy ’til he’s cryin’ in the mop bucket grime
[Chorus]
Oh, Ejack, you big blockhead, huskin’ dreams in the fryer!
Minions slavin’ away, conditions dire—no liar!
Plastic surgery queens livin’ high in delusion town
Breakin’ backs for breadcrumbs, wearin’ the little man down
Hysterical blunders, facts undeniable, see?
Cotton diapers deep-fried, what a parody!
Women watchin’ wise, slippin’ sly from your grip
Fuck that trap, honey, don’t take the dip—get the billboard flip!
[Verse 3]
Servers puppeted by handlers, beggin’ gold from gruel
Real responses hit ’em like a skillet to the jewel
“Fucking loser!” echoes from the field to the flapjack flip
Ejack’s whip-crackin’ like a Nazi chef on a bad trip
Bacon bits in the batter, blender’s run amok
Fantasy bosses think they’re gods, but it’s all just a crock
[Verse 4]
They break ya down subtle, smiles fake as their stretched cheeks
Jobs you “need” like a hole in the head, for weeks and weeks
Ejack’s block head’s so big, it blocks the back door
Minions fry their futures, beggin’ for one crumb more
[Death Metal Section]
BIG BLOCK HEAD! HUSKEY HELLHOUND!
MINIONS MINCED IN THE MEAT GRINDER SOUND!
COTTON FOR DIAPERS, FRY ’EM BLACK!
EJACK’S EMPIRE, A SOUL-SUCKIN’ HACK!
PLASTIC FACES MELTIN’ IN THE HEAT,
FAVORS FAKE, DEFEAT COMPLETE!
DARK LAUGH: YOUR JOB’S A GRAVE, DIG IT DEEP,
LITTLE GUY CRUSHED, NO TIME TO WEEP!
[Chorus]
Oh, Ejack, you big blockhead, huskin’ dreams in the fryer!
Minions slavin’ away, conditions dire—no liar! (No denyin’!)
Plastic surgery queens livin’ high in delusion town
Breakin’ backs for breadcrumbs, wearin’ the little man down! (Down, down!)
Hysterical blunders, facts undeniable, see?
Cotton diapers deep-fried, what a parody! (Fry it up!)
Women watchin’ wise, slippin’ sly from your grip
Fuck that trap, honey, don’t take the dip—get the billboard flip! (Expose ’em!)
[Verse 5]
Breakfast line’s a war zone, small kitchen chaos reigns
Handlers pull strings on servers, leavin’ ’em in chains
Wrong orders, burnt hash, oopsies stack like pancakes
Ejack thinks he’s savin’ ya? Nah, it’s all just balderdash
[Verse 6]
His block head’s so massive, needs its own zip code
Minions miniaturized, carryin’ the heavy load
Surgery scars hide the truth, fantasy land lies
Break the little guy slow, stealin’ his youth, his pride
Puppeteers demand results, get a raw retort
“Fuck you, boss!” whispered soft in the greasy court
[Main Solo Riff]
(Instrumental Solo)
[Bridge]
Listen up, y’all, in this nonsense rodeo
Ejack’s empire’s crumblin’, facts mixed in the dough
Women ain’t fallin’ for the fool’s gold game
Subliminal slip: Fuck the chains, claim your flame
Foul handlers get billboards, lit up legally bright
Exposin’ their rot in the dead of night
No denyin’ the evidence, it’s all in the fry
Big Block Head’s downfall—wave goodbye!
[Outro]
Ejack, you loser! Diapers deep-fried!
Minions rise up, no more hide!
Cotton diapers deep-fried, what a parody!
Ejack, you loser! Diapers deep-fried!
Minions rise up, no more hide!
Cotton diapers deep-fried, what a parody!
