[Verse] You hop in the pond acting all high-class Sipping on critique from a broken glass You crowned the slop king an 81 No shame Pretending it’s gold But it’s all the same [Chorus] Frog of prog You croak so loud Sitting on your lily Feeling so proud Slop lover Number pusher Court's own jest But your taste? A joke at best [Verse 2] You say avant-garde But it’s just a mess Every beat you praise feels like less and less You call it a masterpiece I call it a fraud Your taste’s as deep as a sidewalk facade [Prechorus] 81 Oh what a crime You think you're Mozart But you're out of time [Chorus] Frog of prog You croak so loud Sitting on your lily Feeling so proud Slop lover Number pusher Court's own jest But your taste? A joke at best [Bridge] I’ll give you a score Here’s a solid two One point for effort One for the view Frog of slop Your pond’s run dry Even your reflections can't justify
