Packet Loss in the Kitchen

Got a spreadsheet taped to the fridge door

Body count written like a weekly chore

Boiling up bones in a four-quart pot

Inventory perfect, every limb, every dot

Code in my head when I stir that broth

If the ratios off, then the plan falls off

Measure out salt like I measure your pulse

Once it goes flat, I log one more result (yeah)

Murder in the soup, that’s a system

Stir it till the facts go missing

If you taste fear, mind your business

Every clean crime needs a witness

Murder in the soup, that’s a system

Boil those sins into dinner

If you came here, you a victim

Every clean crime feeds the kitchen (uh)

Clock in, apron on, hairnet tight

Workflow chart for the mess last night

Label each jar, “oregano,” “thyme”

One of these herbs used to text my line

Firewall hot, keep the logs locked up

Alibi airtight like a Tupperware tub

Police at the door, say they love my stew

Give ‘em seconds, thirds, let ‘em taste that truth (hey)

Murder in the soup, that’s a system

Stir it till the facts go missing

If you taste fear, mind your business

Every clean crime needs a witness

Murder in the soup, that’s a system

Boil those sins into dinner

If you came here, you a victim

Every clean crime feeds the kitchen