Soup People - Soup Opera

I can't imagine pullin' up to the opera in anything but a phantom
I saw on the news that soups are being held ransom
By a group of soup god hating bandits
Down my cheek rolls a tear, my soup people begin to live in fear
I sit crying in my luxury car, better than in a Nissan or a Honda
I wipe my tears and head into the theater, I don't even know what I'm meant to be doing Here
Watch a soup opera and then give an applause, present a soup actor with a fuckin' Award
I sit down in my seat with a sigh, face set in a frown the whole damn time
What will I do about this growing soup problem
I'm the soup god, I can't just sit back and watch it
Someone in the crowd looking suspicious, they've got glasses on and a fuck off grimace
I glance to the opera and then back to the seat, motherfucker's already up on his feet
I straighten my back to get a better view, no use, I sit back in my chair
Right there, I just saw a bespectacled figure
It triggers, memories of my troubled past
He's fast, just caught the end of blur
Ahh whatever, I relax and I stifle a yawn
Eyes back to the stage, I'm so fuckin bored
A tray clatters, and a shout tries to warn
Bang bang, all of a sudden I'm on the floor
This attack on my life has left me scarred and deformed

Uh, you know who it is
Soup god ain't got shit on me boy you know that
Don't be hitting me with that
Soup in my blood
Soup in my blood
Soup in my blood
Soup in my blood

Breakin' through the mould with a soup bowl in my hand
Breaking bones like the wind tearing up your fuckin' land
Your flavour is lacking your shit is so bland
I bet you're the kind of soup that watchmojo put in their ad
Hm, let me check the flavour
Fuck homie, that shit is mighty sad
Get the fuck out of my home, before I call your dad
And he will show you how a soup punishment can be had

Written by:
Sandro Saran, Will Dillon

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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