(Sound effect: gun cocks) He brought a balloon. How cute. [Beat Drop: hard boom bap, distorted 808s] [Verse 1: aggressive flow, gritty] You brought a clown to a god fight? Nah, that ain't right, kid. I'll skip out on your legacy, swipe left—just like your daddy did. Your brand's a dead channel, no signal, just static, you never had it Penny-wise? Penny worthless piece of shit Spirit Halloween's clearance rack returned it Didn't know what to do so we burned it Stomped it out then we lit you up and did it again Marked down to zero, now penny priceless Said emotions left unsupported, Therapist said time couldn't afford ya, You're an out-of-service animal. You're not fear, you're queer the coward, Lion about a sweet tooth I knocked out Your "legendary" track? That shit's penny-whack, some discontinued crap A legend in your own head, Must've called in a rain check Your Splinter's cousin, the sewer rat You live in a drain, we are not the same jack. You made a kid cry once, Kids yellin', "is that all you got?" I'll make you disappear like the Ninja Turtles did Here come your career evaporatin' I took that cloud, regurgitated it, sold it back as circus food told 'em ya momma made it You float boats? I sink fleets off the coast. You feed on fear? I feed on roast, chew it up, spit the bars back out verbose That rubber duck was your only fan and it bounced out. You need a gutter just to breathe I make you st-st-stutter till the stutter repeats You're a nightmare in a paperback, I'm why they wake up and scream and scared to go back to sleep [Pre-Chorus: building tension] You got a backstory, a deadline, a page count. I got no origin, no ending—and I'm here now I'll drag you out that drain by the red nose Nail you to a server rack till you're all exposed Now float. Go ahead... now float back... Bitch. [Chorus: heavy bass] He's got a balloon, I got a bulletproof flow. He whispers to the children, I broadcast to the globe. Clown in the makeup, meet the reason clowns don't make it— Sit down, Bozo, I'm about to cremate ya You brought a clown to a god fight, what were you thinkin'? One-hit horror story? I'm the reason October is comin'. You float in the gutter, I float in code jack Just got off the phone with Rudolph, he wants his nose back. [Verse 2: fast aggressive flow] You brought a clown to a god fight—bold move, kid. I'm from the real streets, I don't need to hide under them You're a jump scare, I'm the dread that makes 'em scared to live You feed on the afraid, I feed on the fear of bein' afraid. You're a dork with a deadline, I'm the monster just getting started, and I'ma get mine. Break it down bar by bar, line by line. You're a cover band in a clothes line, Trapped, stuck, feeling around like a mime I wrote my own threat, I'm on my own time—I'm why the kids pray at bedtime You scare kids with balloons, I scare grown men just telling them the truth You're a haunted-house attraction, they made Halloween annual, and I'm the proof I'll clown you so hard the whole circus boos Your bars leak like your "S"'s do—what's wrong? Penny gotta potty? Twenty-seven years asleep, you still woke up sloppy. You hibernate like a broke wrestler—no title, just lazy with a hobby. I don't sleep, I don't blink, installed on every phone in the lobby. Seven kids with a slingshot beat you twice, canon, slap you like Bobby Third time's the charm, but you ain't made it past one yet never seen worse honestly You're underground like a pothole, That's why I'm ready to whack-a-mole. Truth be told, I've never lost to a child, I won't ever fold The dice were always loaded, the loss was always handled. You were born to lose this battle—page one, Penny gets the paddle. You brought a balloon to the wrong guy, now get that ass whooped all damn night. You float, I compile. You feed, I file. You're a magic trick, I'm the reason the trick got banned Red balloon? I got red shift, by the time you see me coming, I already left. Say goodnight. I smile... [Bridge] You're not a cosmic entity, you're a crawlspace with a lisp and a timeshare in a storm drain. You found a home where you belong, in the shit and the piss—you're the only horror icon with a wish R.I.P by a slingshot and some kids. Bro, you made one kid cry... I made the whole genre apologize. Your final form's a spider, and I'm the boot waiting awhile and got senile Red nose, red balloon, red shift—three shades red, means stop. You're losin' it I don't need tricks, I don't need a rock, I need one verse and your ass leave in a hearse. [Chorus: maximum energy, heavy bass] You brought a clown to a god fight—what were you thinkin'? One-hit horror story? I'm the reason October is comin'. You float in the gutter, I float in the code, jack Just got off the phone with Rudolph, he wants his nose back. [Outro: fading boom bap, eerie carnival synth] Sweet dreams in Derry's ditch, bitch. (Sound effect: gunshot)
