[Disclaimer] This song was made with suno, this is not my original work --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- This is a song about one of my friends. I made a joke about him commiting tax evasion and it spiraled into this. #dubstep #rap #suno #MeepUltra #jonah #musicvid #trending #monstercat The song can be viewed on suno.com on my profile, @MeepUltra --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The lyrics are as displayed below [Intro] Slow bow on the string Red letters on the page “Amount due” like a threat Got my name in a cage Got envelopes in a stack Every one says “pay up” I’ve been eating cold rice While they gold-plate cups They say, “Sign on the line We decide what you keep” But I’m done with the drain Time to cut that leech (yeah) I’ve been quiet all year But I don’t lose receipts I just sharpen my pen While they sharpen their teeth [Chorus] I’mma audit the system, system Turn the tables, flip ‘em, flip ‘em They been taking my breath, my checks I’ve been waiting to hit that switch They got forms, I got formulas They got codes, I decode ‘em I’mma file one final line: “Dear IRS — you’re over” [Verse 1] [deep breath] Aight— Run it up, I’m in the zone with a folder full of numbers that I turned into a map out Follow every dotted line, every fine print, find where the cash drain taps out “Refund” never, just debt letters, that’s pressure, I’m fed up, I maxed out So I studied every statute, loophole, subsection, every single trap they mapped out Section this, section that, every little fact They depend on you to panic, never fight back But I highlight, margin notes in black ink Turn the whole tax code to a battle plan, think They say “voluntary,” then they chase you if you question it Scare you with a badge and a threat of what the interest is Kick your door for a typo they invented, that’s ridiculous I’m Jonah with a binder full of evidence meticulous You want fear? I got spreadsheets You want tears? I got sworn speech I been up three nights, dry eyes, no rest Tracing every line like a lie detector test They audit my life, I audit their theft Every hidden line item that they quietly left, look: They buy chairs worth more than my car Call it “office needs,” sign off, that’s bizarre Meanwhile mom gets a letter for a check she spent On rent, two kids, and expired bread [Pre-Chorus] So I cross out every clause that bleeds Circle every word that feeds On the people that they need Just to keep this thing alive Write “VOID” in the margin, big Like a billboard on a bridge Yeah, I’m aiming at the rig Time to cut the cable ties [Chorus] I’mma audit the system, system Turn the tables, flip ‘em, flip ‘em They been taking my breath, my checks I’ve been waiting to hit that switch They got forms, I got formulas They got codes, I decode ‘em I’mma file one final line: “Dear IRS — you’re over” [Build] Stacked fees, back fees, threats on the phone line “Interest,” “penalties,” dressed up as “fines” Call fear “compliance,” dress chains like suits But a lie in a letter’s still a lie, that’s truth You can’t scare what already broke Can’t squeeze what’s already owed I’m the glitch in your old black code I’m the name you can’t foreclose [Drop] [Instrumental dubstep drop: vicious wobble bass, chopped vocal echoes of “audit… over… over…”] [Verse 2] Pick another target, I’m the wrong one I’m the son of a man that you hounded till his jaw hung Open when the sheriff came, posted up, full squad All for a misprint, decimal in the wrong spot You wrote fear in his eyes with a letterhead Turned our fridge into frost, our plates into spiderwebs I remember that badge at the dinner chair So I memorized your handbook, line by line, every snare Now I rally every kid with a shoebox stack Of receipts, late slips ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
