🏥🎪 “SILLY WACKSIDE LOST THE KEYS” (Intro – echoing footsteps, giggles, metal door slam) Hello? HELLOOO? They said this place was empty… That’s funny… So am I. HAHAHA— ⸻ (Verse 1 – curious, bouncy, story tone) Dust on the floor spell “TURN BACK,” I moonwalk past it like “nah, relax,” Wheelchair rollin’ by itself — rude, I told it “wait ya turn,” it caught an attitude. Peepin’ through doors with the numbers scratched, Room 13 blinked and then it laughed, Found a clipboard dated ’92, Diagnosis say “too silly to lose.” Rubber room walls still smell like fear, I knock three times, hear “come in” from nowhere near, Hallway lights stutter like they nervous to speak, I tell ‘em “don’t worry, I ain’t sane either, sweetie.” ⸻ (Verse 2 – more manic, joker cadence swings) I found a nurse’s hat, put it crooked on, Started interviewin’ voices ‘til my pen ran wrong, One said “RUN,” one said “STAY,” One just beatboxed and asked my name. Mirror in the ward got jokes to tell, It said “you belong here,” I said “oh well,” Straitjacket waved like “try me on,” I tied it round my waist like fashion gone wrong. The PA system coughed then screamed, Played lullabies backwards, messed up my dreams, I clapped real loud like “ENCORE, please!” Now the ghosts do jazz hands followin’ me. ⸻ (Verse 3 – silly horror escalation) Found the shock room — still hummin’ low, Like it miss the screams from long ago, I flicked the switch, lights popped twice, Whole building whispered “oh… that’s nice.” I raced a gurney down the hall alone, Lost the race, thing crossed the zone, Door slam shut yell “NO ESCAPE,” I taped a smile on it labeled “LATE.” Cafeteria tray still got mystery meat, I poked it once — thing blinked at me, I said “my bad,” kept walkin’ on, Heard it yell “HEY!” when I was gone. ⸻ (Verse 4 – playful chaos, silliness peaks) I found the office where the keys all hang, Every single one labeled “DON’T,” “CAN’T,” “AIN’T,” Grabbed ‘em all, started jinglin’ loud, Whole asylum clapped — proud crowd. I announced myself like “PATIENT ZERO,” Took a bow to a shadow named Harold, He tipped his hat, said “you fit right in,” Then vanished laughin’ through the vents again. Tried leavin’ once — front gate stuck, Building said “nah,” and locked my luck, So I shrugged like “guess this where I’m at,” Drew a smiley face on a padded mat. ⸻ (Outro – quiet giggle, fading echo) If you hear laughin’ behind your thoughts… If your walls feel soft… If the lights blink twice… That’s just Silly Wackside… Still lookin’ for the keys. HAHAHAHA—
