Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] 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) [Chorus] 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) [Verse 2] 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) [Chorus] 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
Tags
rap, Dark, minimalist hip hop beat with deep subs, sparse piano stabs, and dusty percussion. Male vocals, close-mic and cold. Verses stay tight and monotone with occasional pitched doubles; hook widens with low harmonies and distant chants. Subtle glitch fx and filtered ear-candy accent the “system” lines, ending on a hard, abrupt stop., hip hop
Duration
2:04
Instrumental
No
Created
4/7/2026