Dip, eat, repeat
There ain’t a breadstick he wouldn’t eat
All breadsticks are for crunching
All breadsticks are for munching
All marks are set to get hustled
Mountains of meat-sauce make muscle
Bless up the meat-sauce boss
Bless up the meat-sauce boss
Dip, eat, repeat
Mountains of meat sauce fall to his feet
An avalanche of garlic buttered breadsticks
An offering to the Meatsauce God
All marks are set to get hustled
Mountains of meat-sauce make muscle
The Brazilian metal outfit teaches a lesson in exemplary thrash, delivering palm-mute chugging, dexterous fretwork, and infuriated-but-intelligible vocals on every song Bandcamp Album of the Day Jan 21, 2021