Mastered By Muppets

End of session day, Rubin works away:
I am your source of song-destruction
Tunes that hurt your ear, poor sound engineer
Leaving spikes on my instruction
Trust me you will see Volume is all you need
Dedicated to how I will limit you
Compressing faster Limit your Master
Your albums sell faster With a loud Master
Mastered by muppets, brickwalling your dreams
Clipping, distorting and smashing extremes
Ruined by me, you cannot hear a thing
Just spiking snares, and auto-tuned screams
Mastered Mastered
Rubin is my name, and I will hear you scream
Bastard Bastard
Need to mix this way, never you dismay
Loud makes death magnetic clearer
Gain monopoly, ritual Waves L three
Squash your tracks until it is severe
Gate and you will see More and more dB
Dedicated to how I am killing you
Master, Master, where is the version I have been after?
Bearded, Bastard, you promised only lies
Blaster, Blaster, recorded on a ghetto blaster?
Laughter, laughter, laughing at those highs
Lars aint worth all that natural kick and hats
Kirk adds wah without a reason
Never ending phrase, Jaymz goes on for days
Rob, your shirt is out of season
I will record until five then I will help you buy
Sandals that suit you now you look cool too