Intro] (radio chatter, scratched sample) “Test results are in… wait—run it again.” Yeah… welcome to the lab, kid. [Verse 1] We’re the Sons of the Jackal, spit venom in the chapel, Miles Warren in the shadows like “I’m totally not unravel—” Cloning on a budget, copy-paste Spider flavor, Now the city’s like: “Which one’s real?” — bro, same behavior. Peter’s stressed, Ben’s blessed, hoodie fit, Scarlet flex, Kaine in the corner like a bootleg remix gone vexed. Daily Grind coffee, existential dread foam, I got more identity issues than my browser at home. [Pre-Chorus] Who’s the original? Who’s the clone? Label says “Parker” but the barcode’s blown— Run the test! Run it twice! Results change more than editorial advice. [Chorus] CLONE SAGA! (yo) pages draggin’! One more twist and my brain starts laggin’! Jackal cacklin’, lab coats snaggin’— “Surprise! You’re YOU!” yeah, thanks for the fraggin’! [Verse 2] Spidercide slide in—discount menace on the scene, Judas Traveller talkin’ like he’s mystic, vague, and mean, Scrier in the back like “I won’t explain today,” Everybody’s cryptic, nobody pays rent, okay? Meanwhile my aunt’s sick, MJ’s scared, city tense, Plot threads multiplying like clones with no expense. I’m swingin’ through the drama, riff heavy, rhyme quick— This saga got more swerves than a symbiote on a kick. [Bridge] (half-time breakdown, whispered to shouted) Kaine said “family,” Jackal said “army,” Norman’s in the shadows like “don’t @ me, I’m… charmy?” I can’t keep up—my continuity’s gone, Even my therapist is named Judas Traveller and he won’t move on. [Final Chorus] CLONE SAGA! (yo) pages draggin’! Retcon treadmill, stories staggin’! Scarlet hoodie, Jackal braggin’— If I’m the real me… why’s my DNA still taggin’? [Outro] (scratched sample) “It doesn’t matter who’s the clone…” Yeah… tell that to my driver’s license.
