Terms And Conditional

By opening your mouth you agree to the following.
By breathing, you accept surveillance.
By dreaming, you license your thoughts in perpetuity.
By dying, you grant us exclusive streaming rights.
Clause-one-close-gun in the mouth of the sun
We redact your tongue, we collapse that lung
We attach your run to the map you spun
Till the track's just crumbs and your app goes numb
Fine-print slit with a pitchfork pen
Back-end glitch in the stitchwork when
Your birthdate's sold in a black-site den
With your mother's name in a barcode trend
I auction your blood for a tax-cut thrill
Run laps 'round facts till the caps lock spill
Every clause hot-glued in a corpse-dress frill
While the witness swears in a pigskin quill
Sign-sign-spit on the dotted in red
Fast-pass trip through the contract's head
Spin that clause till the ink turns lead
Then we dance in the debt till your credit's dead
Section-two-hex-you in text too quick
While your neck gets decked with a clause so thick
That the judge plays God in a burn-rate flick
And the law just laughs in a meth-laced tick
Yo, I deepfake truth in a suit-stitch lie
Run loops 'round proof till the roots turn dry
Get a clause so raw it could flay that sky
While the fine print flirts with a bankruptcy high
Every term's a curse with a tongue-knife spin
Every line's a bind you can't squeeze in
Every page's a blade with your skin built in
And the court just grins in a shark-skin sin
Terms and conditions — bid 'em up quick
Fastest mouth wins and the slow get picked
Sign on the line with a glitch-sick tick
'Cause the truth's just dirt in a jury's brick
Yo, section-three-flex on the neck you lease
Where the law runs raw through the debt police
And your soul gets sold for a ten-cent piece
While your last-known thought is a press-release
I pack ten lies in a one-line breath
Run back contracts in a debt-marked death
Stack that clause like a meth-laced chess
Till the king's in court with a pawn's address
Now section-four-knock at the door you owe
Courtroom cold with a heat-lamp glow
Ink runs slick when the truth says no
And the terms don't end till the corpse won't grow
By hearing this, you have already agreed.
By agreeing, you have already lost.
By losing, you have completed the transaction.