Sunday Roast

Lyrics

Intro
Yo, listen up Yanks, this one's for you lot
No Sunday roast? That's peak disrespect, fam
UK drillin' on your bland plates, let's go

Verse 1
Oi, America, what you doin' on a Sunday?
Burgers and fries, that's your big feast? Nah, mate
We got the roast, golden spuds, Yorkies risin' high
Beef cracklin' crisp, gravy thick like my bars, supply
You munchin' ribs or some sad BBQ slop
No pigs in blankets, no sage and onion bop
Call it Thanksgiving? That's once a year cap
We do it weekly, proper, you lot just nap

Chorus
No Sunday roast, you're missin' out, bare wasteman vibes
Yank plates look dry, no juice, no pride
From London to Manc, we feast like kings
America, step up or stay in the wings
No Sunday roast! (Nah!) Weak energy
UK ownin' dinner, that's the recipe

Verse 2
Cross the pond, think your mac 'n' cheese bangs?
Overcooked pasta, fake cheddar, no range
We slice the carve, rest it ten, perfection
You rush your grub, no finesse, pure deflection
Pumpkin pie? What even is that gash?
We got crumble, custard flood, proper smash
Super Bowl snacks? Chips and dip, low tier
Sunday roast gang, pull up chairs, atmosphere

Chorus
No Sunday roast, you're missin' out, bare wasteman vibes
Yank plates look dry, no juice, no pride
From London to Manc, we feast like kings
America, step up or stay in the wings
No Sunday roast! (Nah!) Weak energy
UK ownin' dinner, that's the recipe

Bridge
Wagwan Stateside? Fix up, look sharp
Adopt the roast, heal your culinary heart
Or stay basic, eatin' nuggets in the dark
Grime truth: UK's dinner owns the chart

Outro
Sunday roast or bust, Yanks get schooled
UK forever, your loss, stay cooled
No cap, end of diss – tuck in proper, innit?
Mandem out.