Red Nose 🔥

Horrorcore rap, dark underground hip hop, 90s Detroit horror rap, wicked shit, slow gritty boom bap, evil carnival rap, grimy alley atmosphere, storytelling hip hop, ominous orchestral pads, hard punchy drums, raw analog 90s mix, creepy, higher menacing vocals, ritualistic duo, random dj scratches, menace clowns

Intro (Spoken / Ad-libs)

(Camera flash sounds… club door swing… crowd roar)

AY—AY—AY!
Wackside walk in—lights act crazy!
Red nose lit… blue hair loud…
Somebody hit record RIGHT NOW.

Verse 1 (Scene-setting, video vibe)

I slide in smooth like trouble in suede
Everybody turn like “who invited that?”
Face paint clean, but the mood get grim
Then I smile once—whole room go “HIM.”

Phone up high, catch the angle quick
I don’t pose… I make the crowd go sick
Two-step left, then a shoulder pop
Then I point at your crew like “Y’all… don’t stop.”

VIP mad ‘cause I’m not backstage
But I’m front-row famous in the same dang frame
Bottles clink, and the floorboard shake
When the bass hit low like an earthquake break.

Hook (No repeats inside it — chanty but evolving)

Red nose burnin’—flash!
Blue hair swingin’—dash!
Hands up—switch lanes!
Big grin—no shame!

Step, pause—freeze!
Turn, laugh—tease!
If you see that face in the light—don’t hide…
That’s Wackside makin’ your timeline slide.

Verse 2 (Viral “moment” lines, different imagery)

Somebody scream “WHO HE IS?”—I nod one time
Then the DJ cut it, let the drums talk prime
I don’t do cute, I do rowdy and neat
Like a menace with rhythm in polished teeth.

I got a walk that start fights in your focus
Got a grin that make strangers act bogus
Girls film close, then they back it up fast
‘Cause my laugh got a hook and it stick like that.

I see a dude tryna hate with his arms all crossed
I spin on him like “my bad—your loss”
Now he dancing too, lookin’ mad at himself
Like he got caught having fun by accident—help!

Pre-Chorus (Build, crowd-ready)

All my clowns to the left, get loud!
All my weirdos to the right, get proud!
If you came too stiff—shake it out!
If you came too cool—break it down!

Chorus (New chorus, not the same as hook)

Nose on fire—can’t cool me down
Laugh too loud—shake the whole town
Do that lean—then spin around
Wackside party got the cameras out

Blink twice—lights flash
Big grin—no mask
If your feed start glitchin’ from the crowd goin’ wild…
That’s the clown-side goin’ viral.

Bridge (Dance-challenge instructions, super video-coded)

(Spoken)
Alright—listen up.
Four moves. No thinkin’.

One: Step-step (left-right)
Two: Freeze (hold that face)
Three: Point at the lens (like you caught somebody)
Four: Laugh + drop (to the floor, then pop back up)

(Chant, call-response)
Say “WACK!” (WACK!)
Say “SIDE!” (SIDE!)
Say “AGAIN!” (AGAIN!)
Run it back—right now!

Verse 3 (Final flex, fast visuals, still story-real)

I’m not your friend, I’m your favorite clip
I’m that “what was THAT?” you replay and grin
I make the bouncer smile, make the bartender cheer
Make your ex text “lol” like they never had fear.

Street to the club, I connect that line
Same paint, same chain, new time to shine
If the night feel dead, I revive that crowd
Like a bad idea that you proud about.

So tag my face, let it spin in the chat
Put “Wackside” on it—watch the numbers act bad
Tomorrow they copy, but they can’t do it right
‘Cause my laugh got a bite and it live all night.

Final Outro (Spoken)

Post it.
Cap it.
Loop it.
Make it a trend.

(soft laugh)
See you on your For You Page.

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Intro (Spoken / Ad-libs) (Camera flash sounds… club door swing… crowd roar) AY—AY—AY! Wackside walk in—lights act crazy! Red nose lit… blue hair loud… Somebody hit record RIGHT NOW. Verse 1 (Scene-setting, video vibe) I slide in smooth like trouble in suede Everybody turn like “who invited that?” Face paint clean, but the mood get grim Then I smile once—whole room go “HIM.” Phone up high, catch the angle quick I don’t pose… I make the crowd go sick Two-step left, then a shoulder pop Then I point at your crew like “Y’all… don’t stop.” VIP mad ‘cause I’m not backstage But I’m front-row famous in the same dang frame Bottles clink, and the floorboard shake When the bass hit low like an earthquake break. Hook (No repeats inside it — chanty but evolving) Red nose burnin’—flash! Blue hair swingin’—dash! Hands up—switch lanes! Big grin—no shame! Step, pause—freeze! Turn, laugh—tease! If you see that face in the light—don’t hide… That’s Wackside makin’ your timeline slide. Verse 2 (Viral “moment” lines, different imagery) Somebody scream “WHO HE IS?”—I nod one time Then the DJ cut it, let the drums talk prime I don’t do cute, I do rowdy and neat Like a menace with rhythm in polished teeth. I got a walk that start fights in your focus Got a grin that make strangers act bogus Girls film close, then they back it up fast ‘Cause my laugh got a hook and it stick like that. I see a dude tryna hate with his arms all crossed I spin on him like “my bad—your loss” Now he dancing too, lookin’ mad at himself Like he got caught having fun by accident—help! Pre-Chorus (Build, crowd-ready) All my clowns to the left, get loud! All my weirdos to the right, get proud! If you came too stiff—shake it out! If you came too cool—break it down! Chorus (New chorus, not the same as hook) Nose on fire—can’t cool me down Laugh too loud—shake the whole town Do that lean—then spin around Wackside party got the cameras out Blink twice—lights flash Big grin—no mask If your feed start glitchin’ from the crowd goin’ wild… That’s the clown-side goin’ viral. Bridge (Dance-challenge instructions, super video-coded) (Spoken) Alright—listen up. Four moves. No thinkin’. One: Step-step (left-right) Two: Freeze (hold that face) Three: Point at the lens (like you caught somebody) Four: Laugh + drop (to the floor, then pop back up) (Chant, call-response) Say “WACK!” (WACK!) Say “SIDE!” (SIDE!) Say “AGAIN!” (AGAIN!) Run it back—right now! Verse 3 (Final flex, fast visuals, still story-real) I’m not your friend, I’m your favorite clip I’m that “what was THAT?” you replay and grin I make the bouncer smile, make the bartender cheer Make your ex text “lol” like they never had fear. Street to the club, I connect that line Same paint, same chain, new time to shine If the night feel dead, I revive that crowd Like a bad idea that you proud about. So tag my face, let it spin in the chat Put “Wackside” on it—watch the numbers act bad Tomorrow they copy, but they can’t do it right ‘Cause my laugh got a bite and it live all night. Final Outro (Spoken) Post it. Cap it. Loop it. Make it a trend. (soft laugh) See you on your For You Page.

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