I’ve snuck into your country club in a chefs hat and a crisp white apron
Slipped the valet a $20 and gave the head chef a 5th of skol vodka
I spy a gaggle of WASPy perverts in khakis and polos
Heading back into the clubhouse for a 3 martini lunch

Hi, I’m chef Panic
There’s a new menu
Organic ingredients
Local and home brewed
One bite will blow your mind
One bite will change you
I spark a stolen Cuban and sit back
To watch the fucking show

The well-bred take a bite, wipe their mouths with embroidered silk napkins
They wonder aloud about the elegant tang of their burritos
They start sweating and looking a little hot under their starched collars
When the realization hits their dumb fucking face

This is what you deserve
So this is what you’re gonna get
Another asshole served
Another table…

The clubhouse starts to dissolve
Into confusion, into chaos
Broken plates and broken resolve
Now this party is taking off
You’ll see

Watching douchey anglo pervs
Backed into a corner
Fighting off imagined ghosts
While they shit themselves

Crying for their mommy
A game of demented make believe
Human vultures scared and bleeding
Slicing out tongues and pulling teeth
I guess it’s true
You are what you eat

A pile of bodies
Flailing and writhing
Hallucinations
So real and frightening
This is the last supper in the gospel of Panic, you fucks
I gaze upon my work and watch these freaks spiral
Into the abyss

I’ve turned this wretched country club into a live action Bosch painting
A sea of CEOs and Epstein assholes tripping horribly
A yuppie sits all alone at a table, eating his own eyeballs
A nepo baby strangles his daddy with his own guts

This isn’t lunch time
This is a reckoning
You fucking psychopaths
Had it coming
A bloody favor
Done for humanity
This is my masterpiece
Isn’t it something?
I’ll film and post this shit
All over the internet
I’ve got a lengthly list
Of clubs I’ll visit
I’ll play and experiment
A meal you won’t forget
Hope it suits your pallet
You fucking narcissists

Devil’s Trumpets start to play
Discordant and deafening
Severed limbs, viscera sprayed
Upper crust shattered and splayed

Guts and gore and chunks
Glaze the chandelier and walls
Howls of horror fill the air
The sweet perfume of blood

Piss soaked frat boys stumble
Onto the bloodied green
The earth beneath them rumbles
Goddamn, that’s some cuisine
A sea of bodies roaming
Cracked faces, bloody squirts
This goddamn country club will
Get sucked down into the earth