Mr. Herndon Eats It All 1 by Zane

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Mr. Herndon Eats It All 1

Zane

funk

0:005:11
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Mr. Herndon′s got that wrestler′s jaw, Biting through the city′s bars and law,
Midnight dine a greasy spoon, he′s devouring chaos beneath the moon,
Sandwich towers, half-eaten pies, he′s a storm in a food disguise,
Dumpster dimes for the midnight thrill, Tongue-blazing chills that never chill.
Chasing crumbs like a secret code, Blades vanish down his hungry road,
No fork or knife could slow him down, Mr. Herndon owns this town.
Mr. Herndon eats it all, from apple cores to carnival balls,
Every bite a rebel call, unstoppable, devouring it all.
Leftovers fear his midnight crawl, kitchens whisper at the fall—
Mr. Herndon, king of the hall, eats everything and never stalls.
Sidewalk café croissants in flight, he sweeps the morning into night,
From pickles to the candy rack, nothing saved from his tasty tract.
A string of soft, stained fingertips, he smirks while crunching potato chips,
Spoons tremble in a silver glance when Mr. Herndon starts his dance.
Chasing crumbs like a secret code, Blades vanish down his hungry road,
No fork or knife could slow him down, Mr. Herndon owns this town.
Mr. Herndon eats it all, from apple cores to carnival balls,
Every bite a rebel call, unstoppable, devouring it all.
Leftovers fear his midnight crawl, kitchens whisper at the fall—
Mr. Herndon, king of the hall, eats everything and never stalls.
In a world of empty bowls and silent cries, He's the roaring hungry in disguise.
Feast or famine, it's all the same, He's the bite that breaks the game.
Mr. Herndon eats it all, from apple cores to carnival balls,
Every bite a rebel call, unstoppable, devouring it all.
Leftovers fear his midnight crawl, kitchens whisper at the fall—
Mr. Herndon, king of the hall, eats everything and never stalls.
So when your bridge is looking bare, Beware the hunger hanging there,
If you blink, he's on the prowl.
Mr. Herndon, he'll eat your soul.
Mr. Herndon, he'll eat your soul.
Mr. Herndon, he'll eat your soul.