[Intro (Orchestral, heavy percussion)] Clay tablet, cuneiform script, first-ever Yelp review flipped "Tell Ea-nāṣir!"—first recorded diss, Wrote it in stone, can't delete this. Millennia later, still got receipts, Nanni walked so Karens could screech. [Verse 1 (Story-driven, gritty)] Sumerian trade game, bronze age grind, Nanni sent silver, thought it was fine. Ea-nāṣir said, "Yeah, I gotchu bro," Then sold him back copper as soft as dough. Sent the squad, "Go collect my stash," Ea-nāṣir said, "Nah, I already cashed." Told ‘em "Take it or leave it," real bold play, But Nanni said, "Ain't no refunds? NO WAY!" So he grabbed his tablet, stylus in hand, Etched out heat, put that man on blast. Called him out for the whole town to see, Stone-carved slander, the first bad review spree. [Pre-Chorus (Mocking, chanted)] "Take cognizance, I won’t take no trash!" "You sold me junk, now I want my cash!" "You treat me with contempt, now that’s a fact!" "Best believe that I’m coming back!" [Chorus (Chant-like, stomping beat)] OG Karen, stone-carved rage, Wrote it in cuneiform, set the stage. Millennia later, still ain't changed, Bad service? Man, we all complain! OG Karen, first one to fight, Did it in Babylon, sealed it tight. Think your Yelp rants got some bite? My dude wrote his on clay, for life. [Verse 2 (Modern comparisons, fast-paced)] From Sumer to Google, the vibe’s the same, Bad deal, bad service? Gotta drop names! One-star takedown, boss gets called, "Unacceptable! I need to speak to y’all!" From merchants scamming in Babylon streets, To refund battles with Uber Eats. From scrolls to forums, stone to tweets, The Karen remains, never sees defeat. Target parking lot, hand on hip, "This is outrageous, I won’t let it slip!" From Babylon straight to Trader Joe’s, Same complaints, just different clothes. [Bridge (Beat slows, intense storytelling)] Ea-nāṣir thought he could ghost that debt, Didn’t know Nanni was built like that. He said "Nah, this don't just affect me," "This about honor, your whole company!" Paved the way for the modern gripes, One-star warriors, keyboard knights. Y’all think complaints just started now? Nanni put flames in a clay locked vow! [Final Chorus (Explosive, chant-like)] OG Karen, stone-carved rage, Wrote it in cuneiform, set the stage. Millennia later, still ain't changed, Bad service? Man, we all complain! OG Karen, first one to fight, Did it in Babylon, sealed it tight. Think your Yelp rants got some bite? My dude wrote his on clay, for life. [Outro (Soft, eerie synths, fading drums)] Ea-nāṣir’s scam? That boy got fried, Nanni’s legacy? Never died. So next time you whine, make sure it’s prime, Do it in stone, make it last for time! [End]