Karamo Brown’s hot mic moment reveals a messy rift within the Queer Eye camp. The bromance is broken.

Crystal glasses clink while the daggers start to fly.
Karamo forgot the red light was on,
Now the therapy vibe is officially gone.
Compliments on camera, venom in the wings,
Turns out the Fab Five are pulling jagged strings.
From French tucks to backstabs in the dressing room,
This makeover just met a sonic boom.
Hot mic, cold hearts, tearing up the script,
Watch the Fab Five ego finally get unzipped.
Fix the hair, fix the house, fix the broken soul,
But who’s gonna fix the group out of control?
Hot mic, cold hearts, yeah, the truth is out.
No empathy for the icons.
No culture for the stars.
Just five different trailers,
And very deep scars.
Maybe we should try a group hug?
Or just call our lawyers.
Shh...
is this still on?