[Spoken Intro] Step right up, you wide-eyed dream-suckers, grab your popcorn and shut your pie-holes tight! The big top’s creakin’, the lights are dim, ’Cause tonight we’re lettin’ the painted psycho in! He’ll honk your hopes, juggle your screams, It’s Chuckles Da Clown, the Dream-Killin’ King of Mean! [Intro] Ha-ha-ha... close your eyes little dreamer... the fog rolls in... [Verse 1] Spawned from chaos in the fog-shrouded trees where the old carnival rotted in ruin and decay Midnight lightning slammed that corrupted tent like a hammer from hell on judgment day Evil fused with forgotten clown bones in a blast of unholy electric fire First breath I took was the scream of the damned now the nightmare walks the wire White unicorn pranced up all pure and fake thinkin’ innocence would save its hide I raised the jagged broadsword high and swung that blade with manic pride Head tumbled off with a look of pure surprise neck stump explodin’ in the night Thick viscous rainbow gore sprayed out red orange yellow green blue indigo violet bright [Hook] I'm Chuckles da Clown the supernatural evil entity born from pure chaotic spite Demonic horror figure ageless timeless force slaying fake with every strike Rainbow Reaper Woke Slayer Pronoun Predator turnin' virtue signals to gore pools I exist to hack apart the phony illusions and expose the hypocrites like fools (ha-ha-ha!) | (kill the fake!) | (rainbow rot forever!) [Verse 2] Seven foot two but only one-forty lanky emaciated frame hiding supernatural strength I slide through the cracks of your sleep when the lights go out and the real world bends You think you’re safe in your bed but the fog creeps in and the carnival music spins Pronoun pushers clutchin’ their labels tight get the broadsword swing in a dreamlight flash Furries hidin’ in fursuits yappin’ their fantasy wake to my blade and a slippery splash Virtue signalers posin’ for likes in their minds get chopped with a grin ear-to-ear wide Safe space seekers curlin’ up beggin’ for peace slip on their guts like a clown on ice Fake phony actors performin’ their roles on the stage of their fragile little heads I cackle the laugh only an evil clown could and leave ’em drippin’ in spectrum red [Hook] I’m Chuckles da Clown the supernatural evil entity born from pure chaotic spite Demonic horror figure ageless timeless force slaying fake with every strike Rainbow Reaper Pronoun Predator turnin’ virtue signals to gore pools I exist to hack apart the phony illusions and expose the hypocrites like fools (ha-ha-ha!) | (kill the fake!) | (rainbow rot forever!) [Verse 3] I bleed into your world through fog-shrouded dreams through gorehop tracks and animated screams Stalk the digital shadows hunt the virtue-signalers furries boomers shatter all their fragile dreams Pronouns safe spaces performative fakes I see ’em as corruptions that must bleed No one is safe from the rainbow rot every swing turns ’em to pools that the darkness will feed Then I grab your ghost by the collar and drag you back to my dark carnival fair Slap that sucker silly like a joke in the mirror watch it bounce with a goofy stare You trip on the tent ropes land face-first in gore pie while the crowd of shadows roars I juggle your head like a circus prop then spike it hard on the carousel floor Manic murderous glee remorseless chaotic no mercy when the yellow eyes click From that first unicorn kill to the endless night I remain the Dream Slayer King Chuckles da Clown forevermore slaying the fake with each and every swing [Outro] Ha-ha-ha... the rainbow gore still drips... the hunt never ends... float with the rot in your dreams... [Spoken Outro] And that’s the grand finale, folks, your bedtime got clowned! Chuckles squished every dream like a whoopee cushion, SPLAT! Sleep tight with a red nose and a permanent frown… Hahahahaha… sweet nightmares, ya buncha clowns!
