No Oat Milk at the End of the World

stutter rap, glitch-hop, alternative hip-hop

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V6-WILD

🦇 🕸️ 🪦 ── ⛧ 𝕾𝖕𝖔𝖔𝖐𝖞 ⛧ ── 🪦 🕸️ 🦇

Welcome to the Nightmarish Ride. A variety show in a deserted fun fare that at mignight suddenly turns to a crowded place - Dare you buy a ticket... for just a coin? Dare you enter the show?

👉 https://suno.com/playlist/cad1c252-6b7a-4132-b271-ae36afb042b8

💀 🎃 ✦ ── 𓆙 𝕳𝖆𝖚𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖉 𓆙 ── ✦ 🎃 💀

[Intro]
Uh—uh—undead, but make it plant-based
No brains on the menu, keep the ethics tasteful

[Verse 1]
I woke up late in a thrift-store suit,
Dirt on my jacket, vegan in my boots.
They said, “Fresh brains!” I said, “Please, no thanks—
I brought a mason jar of tofu-brains.”

Fermented, organic, locally grown,
Pressed in a coffin, chilled to the bone.
My gut says mercy, my fit says clean,
I’m the first deadhead with a cruelty-free spleen.

[Pre-Chorus]
At the apocalypse party, the banner looks grand,
But the drink table’s missing my favorite brand.
I checked every cooler, I searched every crate—
No oat milk? No oat milk? This is not fate!

[Chorus]
No oat milk at the end of the world—world—world,
Tell me why the undead got the menu unfurled—furled—furled.
I won’t eat brains, I’ve got standards to keep,
Give me tofu-brains and a carton to sip—sip—sip.
No oat milk! No oat milk! Everybody say,
How you gonna save the planet with no latte?

[Verse 2]
The DJ’s a skeleton spinning lo-fi,
A ghoul in the corner says, “Pass me that eye.”
I’m tapping my foot with a compost-bin grin,
But my cappuccino can’t even begin.

I asked the bartender, “What’s in the foam?”
He said, “Cow stuff.” I said, “I’m going home.”
Then I rose from the floor with a biodegradable rage,
And wrote “PLANT MILK NOW” on the evacuation page.

[Bridge]
Brains for the rich? Nah, tofu for all.
Put a little cinnamon on the banquet hall.
If the moon turns red and the sirens all wail,
I still want a paper straw in my ginger-ale.

[Outro]
Dead, dead, dead—but my ethics stay alive,
Tofu-brains in the fridge and oat milk on the drive.
If the apocalypse wants me, it can wait in line—
I’m not biting brains till the barista signs.

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🦇 🕸️ 🪦 ── ⛧ 𝕾𝖕𝖔𝖔𝖐𝖞 ⛧ ── 🪦 🕸️ 🦇 Welcome to the Nightmarish Ride. A variety show in a deserted fun fare that at mignight suddenly turns to a crowded place - Dare you buy a ticket... for just a coin? Dare you enter the show? 👉 https://suno.com/playlist/cad1c252-6b7a-4132-b271-ae36afb042b8 💀 🎃 ✦ ── 𓆙 𝕳𝖆𝖚𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖉 𓆙 ── ✦ 🎃 💀 [Intro] Uh—uh—undead, but make it plant-based No brains on the menu, keep the ethics tasteful [Verse 1] I woke up late in a thrift-store suit, Dirt on my jacket, vegan in my boots. They said, “Fresh brains!” I said, “Please, no thanks— I brought a mason jar of tofu-brains.” Fermented, organic, locally grown, Pressed in a coffin, chilled to the bone. My gut says mercy, my fit says clean, I’m the first deadhead with a cruelty-free spleen. [Pre-Chorus] At the apocalypse party, the banner looks grand, But the drink table’s missing my favorite brand. I checked every cooler, I searched every crate— No oat milk? No oat milk? This is not fate! [Chorus] No oat milk at the end of the world—world—world, Tell me why the undead got the menu unfurled—furled—furled. I won’t eat brains, I’ve got standards to keep, Give me tofu-brains and a carton to sip—sip—sip. No oat milk! No oat milk! Everybody say, How you gonna save the planet with no latte? [Verse 2] The DJ’s a skeleton spinning lo-fi, A ghoul in the corner says, “Pass me that eye.” I’m tapping my foot with a compost-bin grin, But my cappuccino can’t even begin. I asked the bartender, “What’s in the foam?” He said, “Cow stuff.” I said, “I’m going home.” Then I rose from the floor with a biodegradable rage, And wrote “PLANT MILK NOW” on the evacuation page. [Bridge] Brains for the rich? Nah, tofu for all. Put a little cinnamon on the banquet hall. If the moon turns red and the sirens all wail, I still want a paper straw in my ginger-ale. [Chorus] No oat milk at the end of the world—world—world, Tell me why the undead got the menu unfurled—furled—furled. I won’t eat brains, I’ve got standards to keep, Give me tofu-brains and a carton to sip—sip—sip. No oat milk! No oat milk! Everybody say, How you gonna save the planet with no latte? [Outro] Dead, dead, dead—but my ethics stay alive, Tofu-brains in the fridge and oat milk on the drive. If the apocalypse wants me, it can wait in line— I’m not biting brains till the barista signs.

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