[Verse 1: Caine (LongestSoloEver)]
(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

[Verse 2: Alastor (Jeesh)]
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 twenty-five 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
[Verse 3: Caine (LongestSoloEver), Pomni (garbageGothic), Jax (RaccoonBroVA) & Bubble (garbageGothic)]
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—)

[Verse 4: Alastor (Jeesh)]
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 AI 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