[Intro]
[Verse 1]
He prowls the counter, a shadow in the night,
Bread and bacon clenched in his ironclad bite.
Condiments bleed, the lettuce cries out,
A mountain of mayo—he’ll never tap out!
Frosted glass shatters as he breaches the cold,
Leftovers surrender, their fate oversold.
Ketchup rivers flow where his hunger prevails,
The pantry’s a wasteland when CASEOH assails!
[Pre-Chorus]
Rip! Tear! Jaws clamp down!
Feast without mercy, shake the whole town!
C.A.S.E.—no delay, no retreat,
A sandwich a day makes the chaos complete!
[Chorus]
C.A.S.E.!
Craves A Sandwich Every day!
A diesel-fed titan in a lunchbox fray!
He’s small… stacked ’gainst an eighteen-wheeler!
But watch him inhale fries like a deep-fry killer!
C.A.S.E.!
Craves A Sandwich Every day!
Thunder-gut rumbles, the earth quakes below!
Truck-stop defiance with a snack-driven glow!
[Verse 2]
Napkins like banners, a cup crushed to dust,
His appetite’s brutal, his resolve’s robust.
The diner’s a stage where his legend is scribed,
But park him next to rigs—he’s microscopically described!
Sauce-stained and mighty, he charges ahead,
Second breakfast? Third lunch? Never d**d!
The toast is his anthem, the cheese his creed,
A culinary warlord with insatiable greed!
[Bridge]
Eighteen gears grind, but his stomach’s supreme,
A snack-fueled colossus in a fast-food dream.
Compact in frame, but a goliath in f***t,
He’ll out-eat the moon in a single midnight!
[Breakdown]
CRAVES A SANDWICH EVERY DAY!
BUILT LIKE A TANK, BUT BITE-SIZED IN DISPLAY!
HE’S THE LORD OF THE FEAST,
WHERE THE GREASE NEVER RESTED!
[Final Chorus]
C.A.S.E.!
Craves A Sandwich Every day!
A diesel-fed titan in a lunchbox fray!
He’s small… stacked ’gainst an eighteen-wheeler!
But watch him inhale fries like a deep-fry killer!
C.A.S.E.!
Craves A Sandwich Every day!
Thunder-gut rumbles, the earth quakes below!
Truck-stop defiance with a snack-driven glow!
[Outro]