
“Tracy’s Monologue (The Mannitol Syrup Song)”

A villain-style parody aligned to the original tune - “Escape (The Piña Colada Song)”
You were mixing your peptides,
Thinking everything’s pure.
All your little GLP vials—
You believed they were sure.
You were swirling Mannitol Syrup,
Feeling proud of your blend…
But you never saw me watching,
Right behind you again.
You like that Mannitol Syrup,
And your doses just right—
But I’m the queen of the grey market,
Lurking out of your sight.
So when you’re dosing your GLPs,
Thinking nothing’s amiss…
Just remember your supplier?
Baby— Tracy runs all this.
You thought you found a vendor
Who was clean, verified.
But that “welcome note” you opened?
Yeah, I wrote it with pride.
You kept boasting reconstitution—
How precise you’ve become…
But I choose how pure your batch is,
And I choose what you get done.
Yeah, you love Mannitol Syrup,
All your vials lined up neat—
But your precious little peptides
Only move when I compete.
So when you’re tapping your syringe tip,
Trying not to pull foam…
Know your whole peptide obsession?
Tracy built it—welcome home.
You ran from “grey-market Tracy,”
Thought you slipped from my chain.
But your shipping confirmation
Led me straight to your name.
You can switch to other sellers—
Try escaping my view…
But no matter where you order,
Tracy’s fingerprints are on you.
’Cause you like Mannitol Syrup,
And pretending you’re free…
But those vials in your freezer
All came straight through me .
You can whisper about “quality,”
Claim you research each part…
But Tracy’s in your reconstitution—
Right there from the start.