Soup Opera

I can't imagine pullin' up to the opera in anything but a phantom I saw on the news that soups are being held ransom By a group of soup god hating bandits Down my cheek rolls a tear, my soup people begin to live in fear I sit crying in my luxury car, better than in a Nissan or a Honda I wipe my tears and head into the theater, I don't even know what I'm meant to be doing Here Watch a soup opera and then give an applause, present a soup actor with a fuckin' Award I sit down in my seat with a sigh, face set in a frown the whole damn time What will I do about this growing soup problem I'm the soup god, I can't just sit back and watch it Someone in the crowd looking suspicious, they've got glasses on and a fuck off grimace I glance to the opera and then back to the seat, motherfucker's already up on his feet I straighten my back to get a better view, no use, I sit back in my chair Right there, I just saw a bespectacled figure It triggers, memories of my troubled past He's fast, just caught the end of blur Ahh whatever, I relax and I stifle a yawn Eyes back to the stage, I'm so fuckin bored A tray clatters, and a shout tries to warn Bang bang, all of a sudden I'm on the floor This attack on my life has left me scarred and deformed Uh, you know who it is Soup god ain't got shit on me boy you know that Don't be hitting me with that Soup in my blood Soup in my blood Soup in my blood Soup in my blood Breakin' through the mould with a soup bowl in my hand Breaking bones like the wind tearing up your fuckin' land Your flavour is lacking your shit is so bland I bet you're the kind of soup that watchmojo put in their ad Hm, let me check the flavour Fuck homie, that shit is mighty sad Get the fuck out of my home, before I call your dad And he will show you how a soup punishment can be had