Soprano
• Written by wasp
check the fingernail scratch on your discography, son
that aint depth its panic sweat when the mics on
your whole flow a lab rat leakin' saline where the drives gone
I splice verbs till your core code pukes error lines, spun
you thought you wrote chapters? nah, post it notes stuck and undone
rhymes so predictable, gls reroutes before theyre spun
sound like a dial up modem tryna download sun tzu
FATALITY before the first bars begun
got the verbal vise grips, lockjaw on your weak premise
you aint spittin' your the static between stations, flea menace
your pain bars a dragon ball z filler episodes tedious
my pens the senzu bean then the kamehameha cleavin'
leave your rep like a blockbuster late fee nobody believin'
your a xerox of a xerox, faded ink and misprinted feelings
I diagnose wackness: chronic beat deafness, terminal squeamish
the cure? this back alley autopsy no gloves, just grievin'
you scramble for clout like a roach when the light switch
your punchlines dollar store fireworks, damp fizz, no sky hit
I bring the requiem lens flare expose the fakery, the big fib
your souls a geocities guestbook spam bots and empty ad libs
that heartfelt shit? pentium II screensaver, artifical, rigid
my truths the blue screen crash that wipes your whole system, vivid
check the receipts, your career? a d students thesis, plagiarized
mine? the ink stain on the deans desk, permanent, recognized