[Intro]
A coven of malice in a sterile gown,
A whole syndicate trying to drag the truth down.
The real RN pulls the strings from the peak,
While the fraudulent mimics let the poison leak
[Verse 1]
An accumulation of deceit, systemic and profound,
Munchausen and malingeriers passing toxic chaos around.
The fake MSN claims a biliary fistula arising from the pancreatic head,
An anatomical impossibility, a script poorly read.
She can’t pronounce "supine," it's a fraudulent sign,
While a licensed RN is the one who actually crossed the line—
Altering medical records, her crew impersonating me with spite,
Injecting iatrogenic harm, labeling the sober as drug-seeking in the night.
They project their own end-stage cognitive decay,
On a triple cardiac arrest survivor who sees right through their play.
Ischemic stroke damage can't erase a genius mind,
A Stanford-Binet photographic memory a 148 score defined.
[Pre-Chorus]
They launch illegal welfare checks across the state line,
A whole group of actors wasting blue lights and time.
But the DSM shows no psychosis on my side of the screen,
Just the purulent malignancy of their shared machine.
[Chorus]
They are a walking culture of Escherichia coli,
A syndicate feeding millions a systematic lie.
An infestation of Yersinia pestis, necrotic and vile,
Hiding their bubonic pestilence behind a crooked smile.
They’re full of cerebral copulation, rotting within,
Exuding purulent discharge from their collective sin.
[Verse 2]
The secondary gain of malingering, begging for the Dilaudid line,
Faking complex regional pain while actual patients spine-twine.
Then the two-faced ally who ran the chronic illness site,
Turns her back for the drama, trading healing for spite.
Meanwhile, the real Nurse treats her own flesh like trash,
Fleeing child protective services in a border-state dash.
Leaving her minor daughter under surveillance streams,
Laughing at suicidal ideation, shattering her dreams.
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[Chorus]
They are a walking culture of escherichia coli,
A Syndicate feeding millions on a systemic lie
An infestation of Yersinia pestis, necrotic, and vile
Hiding their bubonic pestilence behind a crooked smile,
They’re full of cerebral copulation, rotting within
Exuding purulent discharge from their collective sin
[Bridge]
They achieve an auto-erotic arousal from the trauma they create,
A group somatic climax triggered by cyber-stalking and hate.
They broke into a federal medical case to submit their fraud,
But the police are documenting every criminal step they trod.
[Outro]
No escape rhythm for their karma when the gavel finally drops,
A full AV block on their network when the validation stops.
Permanent wrist damage from the care that they blew,
The genius survives, and the state's coming for the crew.
Pure Escherichia coli. Pure systemic rot.
The entire syndicate is finally caught.
