Duh Duh Duh Dum

B to the SM
In your era
Eins, zwei, drei, vier

Guten Morgen, don't touch my organ
My brain's so huge, that's how you get the art of fugue (uh)
Complex polyphony (yo), master of tonality
They call me the real OG, that's why y'all keep coming Bach to me

I'm a prodigy kid (ha-ha), hear the bops that I did
First at class, lick my Arsch, and attend my greatest mass
Let me blow my magic flute, all-time great, that's absolute
I'm the king, make you sick when you play my Nachtmusik

Opera and ballet, carry you away by night and day
Your mind has gone astray
Gone is my Juliet, I won't forget the night that I
Hit you with that duh-duh-duh-dum

Hit you with that duh-duh-duh-dum
Ja, ja, ja, ja

Stop telling me what to say, what to write
Writing music for the brainless out of spite
Sick of writing for the Stalin government while I-
Shh, shh, be quiet
I'm scared, I'm terrified
They gonna take me in the middle of the night
They're tryna censor me, take away my rights
But against oppression, I shall fight

Hear, my last premiere, full of despair
No need to shed a tear
Gone is my Juliet, I won't forget the night that I
Hit you with that duh-duh-duh-dum

Hit you with that duh-duh-duh-dum

Classical, Romantic, got them both
Expressive play is my forte
All them haters calling out my name
Call me insane, deaf to the hate

Can't hear you, what?
What did you say?