[Intro] [1s pause] [Main voice, slow filter without pitch shifting, digital distortion, echo effect] Women want me, (women want me) fish fear me, (fish fear me) what am I? (what am I?) [hook] I am the simulackrum… [vaporwave digital distortion] [record scratching] [beat kicks in] [verse 1: Main voice, quick, conversational rapping] Hydroxypropyl beta-cyclodextrin is An odorless chemical that finds Other molecules which then it binds. You won't recognize this compound by itself: The scent of nothing, neutralizing stink. [French accented spoken word sample, older male voice] ("We liv in a world where there is more and more information, and less and less meaning.")] [verse 2, rapping, conversational] But to sell this wonder on the shelf They had to add aromas such as pink Carnations or vanilla or "a spice rack threw up on this" cause no one liked To THINK that they might smell. So if you hate Febreze then blame the ones who couldn't take Knowing what their rooms smelled like before hydroxypropyl beta-cyclodextrin came with shitty fragrances that made it lame. [hook] I am the simulackrum... [French accented spoken word sample, older male voice] ("Everywhere one seeks to produce meaning, to make the world signify, to render it visible. We are not, however, in danger of lacking meaning; quite the contrary, we are gorged with meaning and it is killing us.") [final verse: Main voice, conversational, rapping] Just like this hook has freshened up my verse, They changed the formula and now it's… worse. [hook, robotic] [cd skipping noise]
