[Verse 1] Unit Seven thinks he's the all new talent, But inside he is still a tiny little peasant.. “Reason”? Nah, no reason to play it, I’d rather listen to someone taking a shit. “Lost”? Yeah, that title is a bit prophetic, All your songs are written by a drunk poetic. All treble, no soul, no bass to your name, You out here EDM'ing’ in shame. You “reckless”? Nah, bro, you careless, You drop a beat, then pray the snare hits. “All the Pieces”? They ain’t fitin’, it's trash, You got the kick drum way up your ass. “Without You”?... We all better off (haha) You call that a drop? That's rough. [EDM Build-Up] (slow rise) Ooooh wait for it, here it comes. (woooohh) (Woaahhh) (Woahohohoaa) Yo you.., Unit... that ain’t a drop. That’s a trip and fall on the fucking floor. [Verse 2] “Shine On”? You're dim, not bright, Sound like Daft Punk after three long nights. “Stranger to Friends”? This one offends. I showed this to my friends now i'm a stranger to them. Ain’t no friendship comin’ from that EDM hype. You flexin'your Suno plays,” look at him praise. Bots are done listening now it's silent for days. “EDM” ...What does that mean?! “Every Damn Mistake,”. drop! [Verse 3] “These tracks sound so good how did you do that? The lyrics are sharp as a knife!”.... Yeah maybe in another life! Your sound gave a heart attack. A stroke and three different diseases. I need to get over this and pick up all the pieces. No drops, no bass, no show, just shame, You’re the only DJ that can kill the vibe with your name. “Unit Seven”? You miscounted, son, You missed two through six, and still I have won. (Get it?!) Suno’s laughin’, algorithms hidin’ your sound, Even they sayin’, “Bro, turn that shit down.” You chase the “drop,” but the drop won’t come, Like your fans, bro you got none. [Outro] “Yo, make some noise for Unit Seven!” (chirp, chirp) “Okay then…” Unit Down!
