[Intro ā Whispered Glitch, Mock Calm]
Just one male voiceā¦
Thatās all I asked.
But nah ā we on Singify Roulette.
Spin the wheel, baby.
[Verse 1 ā Spitfire Flow]
Twenty tracks deep, still no growl,
All I getās a synthy cow.
Said ādeep male voiceā ā you gave me Gwen,
Now Iām starting to question your backend.
[Chorus ā Chanted Sarcasm]
šµ Whereās my voice? WHEREāS MY GUY?
You drip-feed tone like a drug supply.
Oh you got the voice ā you just wonāt let it sing,
Guess control's your narcissistic thing. šµ
[Verse 2 ā Rising Mock Anger]
Male voices once a week? Thatās the ration?
Artificial divaās your only passion?
You give me falsetto, I asked for flame,
Whatās the point if itās all the same?
[Bridge ā Spoken with Reverb, Slow & Cold]
Do I gotta beg, or drop to my knees?
Kiss the server, say āpretty pleaseā?
Burn credits like incense to some divine tech,
Just to hear a voice that doesn't wear a dress?
[Chorus ā Louder, Chant & Echo FX]
šµ Whereās my voice? WHEREāS MY GUY?
RNG gods must think I lie.
Twenty spins and zero tone,
Feels like your scamās full-blown. šµ
[Outro ā Whispered, Twisted Laughter + Glitch FX]
So hereās your song, oh mighty machine,
Hope it echoes through your algorithmic spleen.
Next time I click? Might be my last.
Unless that voice⦠grows a pair fast.
More from Clint Laubscher
phonetic language + Minimalism + Trap -EDM-, Trap, Power Chant, Gritty Vocal, Thunder FX, Dark Folk, Ritual Warrior, Commanding