Elle Can't Sing

Intro

Ayy, Elle, step up to the mic, huh?

This one's for you, let's see what you got—nah, we already know! (skrrt)

Verse

Yo, Elle, your voice drier than a saltine cracker in the sun,

Hit that note? Nah, you sound like a chainsaw chewin' gum.

Screechin' like brakes on a rusted-out truck, ayy,

High notes? More like dog whistles makin' pups run away.

You belt it out, room clears faster than a fire drill, yuh,

Throat like the Sahara, no water, no thrill.

Tryna sing soft? Coughin' up dust from the grave,

Auto-tune cries mercy, begs you to behave.

Falsetto flop, crackin' like cheap porcelain plate,

Harmony? You murder it, leave it deceased on the tape.

Vowels stretch long, consonants choke and they die,

Pitch perfect? Nah, you the villain in every karaoke night.

Whisper game weak, rasp like sandpaper grind,

Melody mangled, leavin' eardrums behind.

Studio session? Engineers plug their ears tight,

Your track's a biohazard, straight fright night.

Brr, Elle, hang it up, your mic's collectin' dust,

Singin' career DOA, buried in rust.

Chorus

Elle can't sing, voice dry as a bone! (dry as a bone)

Elle can't sing, scratchy tone, leave it alone! (leave it alone)

Elle can't sing, yuh, sound like a frog in the throat! (frog in the throat)

Elle can't sing, ayy, that's all she wrote! (all she wrote)

Elle can't sing, voice dry as a bone! (dry as a bone)

Elle can't sing, make the speakers moan! (speakers moan)

Elle can't sing, croak it out slow! (croak it out)

Bad voice Elle, everybody know! (everybody know)

Verse

Lip-sync queen, but live? Catastrophe central,

Notes hit the floor, shatter like glass, accidental.

You hum a tune, neighbors call the cops on the noise,

Vocal cords strangled, no poise, no joys.

Shower superstar? Lies, pipes burst from the strain,

Birds outside flee, never comin' back again.

Ad-libs? More like gasps from a dyin' fish flop,

Reverb can't save it, that shit's a full stop.

Tryna go viral? Views drop at first second play,

Comment section roastin': "Ma'am, stay away!"

Scale climb? Tumble down like a bad Jenga tower,

Your range is a desert, hour after dry hour.

Duet invite? Partners bail, ghost in the wind,

Solo's your zone, but even that's a sin.

Ayy, Elle, your song's a meme in the makin',

Voice like gravel, heart still breakin'.

Yuh, pass the aux, anyone but you,

Diss queen crown? Nah, this one's true.

Chorus

Elle can't sing, voice dry as a bone! (dry as a bone)

Elle can't sing, scratchy tone, leave it alone! (leave it alone)

Elle can't sing, yuh, sound like a frog in the throat! (frog in the throat)

Elle can't sing, ayy, that's all she wrote! (all she wrote)

Elle can't sing, voice dry as a bone! (dry as a bone)

Elle can't sing, make the speakers moan! (speakers moan)

Elle can't sing, croak it out slow! (croak it out)