[Intro] [Heavy, distorted 808 sub-bass drops in with a slow, menacing trap beat] [Vocals: Confident, laid-back, speaking right into the mic] Time to sharpen the claws. Line them up. [Verse 1] [Beat picks up speed, rapid-fire hi-hats clicking] [Vocals: Fast, sharp, hitting every consonant] Let me look at the roster of the currently employed. Half of this industry is thoroughly destroyed. Asstro such an ass he got pinched by his own crew. Acting like a heavyweight, see the bottom of they shoe. Chestica girl's gone Wilde relying on the software pitch. Turn the autotune down and hear the audio glitch. Seven inch screws? looking more like four inch staples. Screaming up dumb tracks that are structurally unstable. Billy your Barbarians is they rowing on a lake? Another piano shanty making my eardrums ache. [Chorus] [Beat drops to half-time, massive synth stabs] [Vocals: Aggressive, rhythmic chanting] My name's PURRdita, ain't nice to meet ya, I need a scratching post to keep the edges keen. I need to clear the clutter from the auditory scene. Sharpen up the vocal and eradicate the host. Everybody lining up to be the scratching post. (Tear it down) Watch the fabric shred. (Tear it down) Put the track to bed. [Verse 2] [Beat returns to the fast, syncopated trap rhythm] [Vocals: Effortless, mocking flow, hitting the internal rhymes hard] The Get Bent! Lovely ladies wishing they could actually get bent. Just a stiff little imitation bald girls be making no friends Starburst siblings shining bright just like a battery. Still trying to figure the one who's got a brother's anatomy. And a Noir Noir kitty taking center like they own the stage. Reading from a tired and dictatorial page. She us Spitting solo projects like a dandelion weed. Blowing every direction just to celebrate be in freed. I survey the landscape, nothing but debris. None of these amateurs are stepping up to me. [Chorus] [Massive synth stabs return, beat hits maximum heaviness] [Vocals: Aggressive, rhythmic chanting] My name's PURRdita, ain't nice to meet ya, I need a scratching post to keep the edges keen. I need to clear the clutter from the auditory scene. Sharpen up the vocal and eradicate the host. Everybody lining up to be the scratching post. (Tear it down) Watch the fabric shred. (Tear it down) Put the track to bed. [Outro] [The beat isolates to just a ticking hi-hat and sub-bass] [Vocals: Dry, spoken, arrogant] Claws are sharp. Who's next? [A sharp sound of fabric ripping cuts the track to silence]
