[Verse 1]
I want it written in perfect language that I don’t stand behind this
I want it recorded in the grand iron ledger with ink made out of god’s piss
The squirrel climbed the ladder to eat nuts out of the gutter
Now it’s too fat for the return trip
Language does matter
Wars aren’t won the morning after
Unless we refine the grift
[Chorus]
You see the language must be perfectly clear
Must be perfectly clear
Thе language must be suitably appropriate
Gеt your best people up in here
[Verse 2]
No abbreviations or sordid affectations
It should be a good, clean read
Syllabically sound on every occasion
It won’t be perfunctory
[Chorus]
You understand the language must be perfect
It must be kept perfectly clear
And of course it must be sustainably aggregate
Get your best people up in here
[Verse 3]
Cover all bases
Make it appear to be faceless
To ensure there’s no room for posturing
Go grab some metrics from verified sources
And clear out the search history
[Verse 4]
I won’t be remembered as the guy who stood by
While the language fell bleeding out to the wayside