Low Fucks Summer Bread

🎶 Song: Low Fucks Summer Bread

[Verse 1 – Chant/Rap style]
Sun’s beatin’ down, butter meltin’ quick,
We’re spreadin’ it thick, yeah, dirty and slick.
Guy with the J, blowin’ smoke at the sky,
Trebuchet dreams while the buns get high.

[Chorus – Shouted, Crowd Feel]
Low fucks given, we knead that dough,
Hot cross buns and we let it all show.
Cream on the crust, drippin’ down slow,
Bread Radio’s filthy, and the hoopla’s gonna grow!

[Verse 2 – Groove w/ punchy delivery]
Colin fightin’ mics, but he keeps it raw,
Turkey memes fly while the crowd says “HAW!”
Moose with emojis, risin’ like yeast,
BBB feast — it’s a low-fucks beast.

[Chorus – Repeat, Raunchier edge]
Low fucks given, we knead that dough,
Hot cross buns and we let it all show.
Cream on the crust, drippin’ down slow,
Bread Radio’s dirty, and the hoopla’s gonna grow!

[Bridge – Sleazy, half-spoken]
Tris with the critters, makin’ us sweat,
Megalito’s sarcasm, the filthiest yet.
North 49’s slurrin’, raisin’ a toast,
From Timmins to Sudbury — drunk as the host.

[Verse 3 – Suggestive, rally vibe]
Habs with the mystery, strange and divine,
James Hoopla Hero, pour another wine.
From Vancouver Island to Newfoundland, from the west to the east, bread is the best!!!
We spread it, we lick it, we love it the best.

[Final Chorus – BIG, Call & Response]
Low fucks given, buns in the sun,
Slap that dough till the job gets done.
Butter me, baby, no shame, no fear,
Bread Radio’s summer — the filthiest fucking cheer!

[Outro – Crowd chant]
Low fucks! … Low fucks! …
Knead it, feed it, spread that crust!
Low fucks! … Low fucks! …
Bread Radio’s dirty, and it’s just us!
Bread Radio’s dirty, and it’s just us!
Bread Radio’s dirty, and it’s just us!
Bread Radio’s dirty, and it’s just us!

Fuck Yeah!!!! Bread Forever!!!