Before You Roast Bread

[Intro – Spoken, Gritty Cowboy Preacher]
Bread Radio comin’ in hot… defendin’ ducks and droppin’ truth. Josh for Canada — you limp-necked hypocrite, callin’ us guilty of your own dirt. Look in the mirror, snood-suckin’ fraud.
(Quack… gobble… GULP.)

[Verse 1] (Slow, Weepy Blues)
Before you roast us, Josh, take a look at yourself,
Before you roast us, better check your own shelf.
Sayin’ we doxxed Tracy, but here’s the real crime —
You’re threatenin’ folks on X in your spare time.
(Quack… gobble.)

[Chorus] (Mournful Gospel-Blues)
Butt-feelin’ reports, your snood’s hangin’ low,
Blocked by Bob’s truth got no place to go.
Run that flock train on your lyin’ turkey soul,
Limp-necked Josh, your weak game’s gettin’ old.
(Quack… GULP!)

[Verse 2] (Plaintive Blues)
We checked your trail, ‘bout three-four nights ago,
Checked your trail, found the lies in a row.
Your mama didn’t answer, but the barnyard knows —
Every gobble you spit just makes your shame grow.
(Quack… gobble.)

[Chorus] (Bigger Gospel Build)
Butt-feelin’ reports, your snood’s hangin’ low,
Blocked by Bob’s truth got no place to go.
Barnyard’s laughin’ at your cloaca-cracked act,
You preach what you’re guilty of — that’s a cold fact.
(Quack… GULP!)

[Verse 3] (Sharp, Defiant Blues)
Before you roast us, Josh, take a long, hard stare,
Before you roast us, man, try to be fair.
You’re the king of projection, the sultan of spin,
And every space you run just blows hot wind.
(Quack… gobble.)

[Bridge – Spoken Over Harmonica]
Josh, you came into Blocked by Bob spaces, snood draggin’, mic peakin’. We played your own clips back — the barnyard laughed so hard the ducks laid double. You’re a fraud, son.
(Quack… gobble… GULP.)

[Verse 4] (Heartbroken but Cutting)
Come back to reason, Josh, try truth one more time,
Come back to reason, quit that hypocrite rhyme.
Been runnin’ your mouth so long on the feed,
Even turkeys know you’re just plantin’ bad seed.
(Quack… gobble.)

[Final Chorus – Full Gospel Shout]
Butt-feelin’ reports, your snood’s hangin’ low,
Blocked by Bob’s truth got no place to go.
Lyin’ turkey soul can’t hide in the hay,
B.R.E.A.D.’s in the barn, and we’re here to stay.
(Quack… GULP!)

[Outro – Fading Slide Guitar]
Bread Radio out… Josh’s snood’s broke, ego smoked, barn door shut. Our ducks? Flyin’ free over Saskatchewan.
(Quack… gobble… GULP… fade.)