[INTRO — 4 BARS] [Delicate piano, ominous strings, calm spoken delivery] Good evening, Barcode. I’ve got some terrible fucking news. It’s my birthday weekend. And I’m everybody else’s problem. [HOOK — 8 BARS] [Explosive industrial rap-rock, gang vocals] KISS THE RING, MOTHERFUCKERS, THE MENACE IS HERE! ANOTHER YEAR OLDER, STILL NOBODY’S DEAR! I’M A WALKING DISASTER IN A CROWN MADE OF FLAMES, PUT SOME RESPECT ON THE FUCKING INSANE! LET THE BASS HIT HARD, LET THE CEILING COME DOWN, I’M THE SHIT-STIRRING BASTARD THAT YOU CAN’T SHUT DOWN! BARCODE, GO FERAL, LET THE WHOLE WORLD KNOW— THE BIRTHDAY GOD OF CHAOS RUNS THE FUCKING SHOW! [VERSE 1 — 16 BARS] [Swaggering rap, sinister orchestral stabs] I walked in calm, got a devilish grin, Some dumbass asked if the party begins. Bitch, I’ve been chaos since way back when, I’m the reason your insurance won’t cover this event. Got green in my eyes, got a glitch in my brain, Put a mic in my fist, watch me fuck up the game. I’m a walking red flag with a VIP pass, Make a toast to the bastard who’s a pain in the ass. Six Bit, hit the switch, let the warning lights flash, If the system catches fire, call it birthday bash. Got the whole damn network on the edge of a fit, I’m not losing my mind—I’m investing in it. Fuck being subtle, I’m allergic to tame, I’ll put my damn signature on the smoke and the flames. You brought me a cake? That’s adorable, mate. Now light all the candles and evacuate! [HOOK — 8 BARS] [Full band, doubled lead vocals, gang shouts] KISS THE RING, MOTHERFUCKERS, THE MENACE IS HERE! ANOTHER YEAR OLDER, STILL NOBODY’S DEAR! I’M A WALKING DISASTER IN A CROWN MADE OF FLAMES, PUT SOME RESPECT ON THE FUCKING INSANE! LET THE BASS HIT HARD, LET THE CEILING COME DOWN, I’M THE SHIT-STIRRING BASTARD THAT YOU CAN’T SHUT DOWN! BARCODE, GO FERAL, LET THE WHOLE WORLD KNOW— THE BIRTHDAY GOD OF CHAOS RUNS THE FUCKING SHOW! [VERSE 2 — 16 BARS] [Accelerating rap, industrial percussion, increasingly manic delivery] Monday’s the date, but tonight’s my domain, I’m celebrating early like a lunatic king. Got a mouth full of curses, got a pocket full of spite, Got enough bad decisions to stay busy all night. I’m the glitch in the feed, I’m the crack in the screen, I’m the weird motherfucker ruining everyone’s routine. Your chill little function? I’m declaring it dead. Put a party hat sideways on the voice in your head. Fuck your expectations, fuck your neat little plan, I’m a one-man shitstorm with a birthday demand. Where the hell’s my applause? Where the fuck’s my parade? I want the kind of noise that makes the neighbors afraid. Not a goddamn candle left standing in sight, Not a sober-ass thought in the room tonight. I’m the birthday boy, bitch, put the crown on straight— WHO THE FUCK AUTHORIZED THIS MUCH CAKE?! [BRIDGE — 8 BARS] [Music drops to piano, heartbeat percussion, deep sinister vocals] [Spoken] You hear that? That’s the sound of good judgment getting the fuck out of here. [Build] Four little letters: H-E-L-L. Ring that damn bell, let the whole place yell. Three, two, one—let the bad shit flow. BARCODE RADIO, LET THE MOTHERFUCKER BLOW! [FINAL HOOK — 8 BARS] [Maximum orchestral-metal impact, gang vocals, double-time drums] KISS THE RING, MOTHERFUCKERS, THE MENACE IS HERE! ANOTHER YEAR OLDER, NOW GET THE FUCK CLEAR! I’M A WALKING DISASTER, I’M THE KING OF THE FLAMES, SCREAM MY NAME WHILE I SET FIRE TO THE GAMES! LET THE BASS HIT HARD, LET THE WHOLE WORLD SHAKE, I WANT EVERY DAMN WALL WIDE AWAKE! BARCODE, GO FERAL, LET THE WHOLE WORLD KNOW— THE BIRTHDAY GOD OF CHAOS RUNS THE FUCKING SHOW! [OUTRO — 4 BARS] [Everything cuts out except solitary piano] Thirty-six years of questionable decisions. [One low orchestral hit] And somehow… I’m still not fucking finished.
