Rotten Swamp Clown - Blood Is Random

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(Intro) (Sound of heavy boots squelching in deep mud. Insects buzzing. A low, distorted laugh echoes.)

(Spoken with a gravelly, deep voice, menacing but calm) They look at the surface and see filth. They look at the smile and see a threat. Let 'em look. They don't know what’s buried underneath.

Verse 1 (Aggressive flow, spitting the words) Woke up in the bayou with moss in my lungs Rejected by the rich, speaking serpent tongues They see the greasepaint, they clutch on their pearls Treat us like the refuse of the civilized world I’m walking through the mall, security stalking They whisper "white trash" when the dead man is walking Let ‘em hate, let ‘em stare, let ‘em cast every stone I built a kingdom out of sludge and a throne out of bone They want a pristine image, a tie and a suit I want the rot, give me the tree and the root You see a clown? I see a soldier in the mist With a rusty blade and a clenched-up fist Society locked the door, threw away the key Fine by us, we created our own reality.

Hook (No melody. Chanted in unison like a military cadence or a cult vow. Very loud.)

BLOOD IS RANDOM! LOYALTY IS CHOSEN! WHEN THE WORLD BURNS DOWN, THE SWAMP REMAINS FROZEN! WE DON'T NEED YOUR NAME! WE DON'T NEED YOUR DNA! IF YOU PAINT YOUR FACE, YOU’VE GOT A PLACE TO STAY! FAMILY! (Growled) OVER EVERYTHING!

Verse 2 (Low and ominous, building tension) My biological father wouldn't look in my eyes Too ashamed of the son who doesn't buy into lies "Blood is thicker than water"—that’s a lie they all tell When your own kin leaves you to rot in a cell But I found a brother in the gutter last week Didn't know his name, didn't need him to speak He saw the Hatchet, he gave me the sign That’s a bond deeper than any bloodline We are the ugly, the broken, the weird, and the wrong The ones who don't fit in the radio song Outside is the tempest, the judgment, the cold Inside is the circus, a story untold You judge me by the cover? You judge me by the mask? I’d die for my homies, you don't even have to ask.

Hook (Chanted louder, with crowd vocals layered behind)

Outro (Beat breaks down to just a bassline and swamp noises)

(Whispered, intense) Let them have their mansions. Let them have their normalcy. We got the mud. We got each other. Whoop...

(Sound of a heavy splash into water. Silence.)

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(Intro) (Sound of heavy boots squelching in deep mud. Insects buzzing. A low, distorted laugh echoes.) (Spoken with a gravelly, deep voice, menacing but calm) They look at the surface and see filth. They look at the smile and see a threat. Let 'em look. They don't know what’s buried underneath. Verse 1 (Aggressive flow, spitting the words) Woke up in the bayou with moss in my lungs Rejected by the rich, speaking serpent tongues They see the greasepaint, they clutch on their pearls Treat us like the refuse of the civilized world I’m walking through the mall, security stalking They whisper "white trash" when the dead man is walking Let ‘em hate, let ‘em stare, let ‘em cast every stone I built a kingdom out of sludge and a throne out of bone They want a pristine image, a tie and a suit I want the rot, give me the tree and the root You see a clown? I see a soldier in the mist With a rusty blade and a clenched-up fist Society locked the door, threw away the key Fine by us, we created our own reality. Hook (No melody. Chanted in unison like a military cadence or a cult vow. Very loud.) BLOOD IS RANDOM! LOYALTY IS CHOSEN! WHEN THE WORLD BURNS DOWN, THE SWAMP REMAINS FROZEN! WE DON'T NEED YOUR NAME! WE DON'T NEED YOUR DNA! IF YOU PAINT YOUR FACE, YOU’VE GOT A PLACE TO STAY! FAMILY! (Growled) OVER EVERYTHING! Verse 2 (Low and ominous, building tension) My biological father wouldn't look in my eyes Too ashamed of the son who doesn't buy into lies "Blood is thicker than water"—that’s a lie they all tell When your own kin leaves you to rot in a cell But I found a brother in the gutter last week Didn't know his name, didn't need him to speak He saw the Hatchet, he gave me the sign That’s a bond deeper than any bloodline We are the ugly, the broken, the weird, and the wrong The ones who don't fit in the radio song Outside is the tempest, the judgment, the cold Inside is the circus, a story untold You judge me by the cover? You judge me by the mask? I’d die for my homies, you don't even have to ask. Hook (Chanted louder, with crowd vocals layered behind) BLOOD IS RANDOM! LOYALTY IS CHOSEN! WHEN THE WORLD BURNS DOWN, THE SWAMP REMAINS FROZEN! WE DON'T NEED YOUR NAME! WE DON'T NEED YOUR DNA! IF YOU PAINT YOUR FACE, YOU’VE GOT A PLACE TO STAY! FAMILY! OVER EVERYTHING! Outro (Beat breaks down to just a bassline and swamp noises) (Whispered, intense) Let them have their mansions. Let them have their normalcy. We got the mud. We got each other. Whoop... (Sound of a heavy splash into water. Silence.)

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