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(Well, well!) Welcome to the global network Where I'm from, we dispose of errors That are just like him his old soul is severed While we're breaking records, he's a broken record Seven years with his head in the dirt He's the Radio Demon and barely gets heard So, what's the name for our new companion? He could be Caine, he got sonnеd by Adam! (my, my!) You try to hide your past but I can see through (Right through) All the scars behind your laugh, I know thе real truth (ah!) Before you trap other souls inside your deal rules Maybe you should ask your owner to let your leash loose! (oh!) I'm on air and gravity's a choice! When he's on air, he's trapped between the noise! But don't you worry, he won't be our main act We all know he's powerless when Caine snaps You look a bit jittery, lay off the JavaScript! How many times can you glitch as a party trick? (hmm) If your fans aren't in Hell for liking your show They certainly are for the art of it! (haha!) We've no vacancy For another "Ah, what if this show for kids made you scream?!" (Ah!) There's a place the street across that you know well Take him to the Hazbin-Done-Before Hotel! (hmm) I don't even really see what the fuss is! Your pilot gave us 25 minutes of nothing! But YouTube is flooded with more rip-offs and hoodwinks Guess your bootlegs made a bigger digital footprint! (la-la, la-la-la) Truth is, you're a bad boss And your hack job establishment might be fucked! Because you were given a sandbox And yet, everybody in it wants to bite the dust! Your world is sloppy code with bad graphics! If I made that, I'd want myself abstracted Nobody wants to stay inside of your domain It's like your guests got web trafficked! I know being on camera's not your forte Deer in the spotlight was caught in 4K! (oh no!) Now you're dead, hunting for your next job And for your resume, you've already got a headshot! (haha!) Now introducing Pomni and Jax! Uh, I don't think I can rap? Just beat him up, What? What's a few broken bones to him? He's used to replacing the cast You're a bellhop with a Karen bob, Alastor So, please hold the door while I speak to your manager! Because you can't run ads, you've had your chance But you couldn't sell Angel Dust a bag of crack (Can I get some?) For a killer, you're very attached to a dead industry But you know how it goes: "Video killed the radio star!" "And digital killed them both!" (Both, both, both, both-bo-!) Listen close, you worthless scum If you don't shut your fucking gums I'll soon remove and cut that tongue And pull each tooth out one by one I'll have the appendages severed The rest of the meat that is left on your body peeled Cooked medium-rare and presenting your guests With their first proper meal, You understand? (go!) I'll put your tent under maintenance And you in a lifelong sentence of braces All for this high tech, Who would choose it? You're the proof that A.I is ruining music! Used Candyland for your cruel amusement (Foolish!) You can't sugarcoat what you do to humans Maybe I'll move our hotel near your chaos 'Cause everything will become hell if you stay god!
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