[Intro — Single Female Vocal | MGC Spoken | Tiny Music Box] Okay. Before anybody starts— I had a plan. [distant explosion] ... That was part of the plan.. That... wasn't. [MGC giggles] Ohhh. Now I'm excited. [Verse 1 — MGC | Playful Female Rap] Blue hair flying, smoke in my lungs, Zaun in my blood and a bomb for fun. Pow-Pow talking like— rat-a-tat-tat, Fishbones hungry— better stand the fuck back. They want quiet? Wrong girl. Want safe? Wrong street. I put little chompy presents right underneath your feet. Everybody says, “Jinx, maybe think this through.” ... I did. That's why I'm aiming it at you. [Pre-Chorus — Beat Accelerating] One spark. Two sparks. Three— Wait. Was that supposed to— [BOOM] [tempo surges MGC] HAHA—OH, SHIT. [CHORUS — MGC | Melodic Brat Hook] Get excited! Something just exploded. Whole room screaming— I barely even noticed. Lights go red, heart goes GO GO GO— the louder it gets, the faster I go. Get excited! Tell 'em clear the way. I've got one good idea and eight bad ones today. You call it chaos. I call it art. Give me one little spark— I'll tear the whole night apart. [DROP I — Hyperactive Wub × Gun-Rhythm Bass] [Pow-Pow rhythm becomes percussion] RAT-TAT-TAT-TAT WUB—WUB— [Zapper electrical crack] [MGC] Zap! [bass impact] Get excited... WUBWUBWUBWUB— [MGC] Fishbones? [rocket chamber clicks] Smile. BOOOOOOM. [Verse 2 — MGC | Faster, More Erratic] Graffiti on the wall, shells bouncing off the ground, sirens getting closer— that's my favorite fucking sound. Chompers in the doorway, Zapper in my hand, Fishbones says we're leaving— Pow-Pow says, “Nah, we can.” [MGC arguing with herself] “We should probably run.” Why? “Because they're coming.” Perfect. “That is literally bad.” Depends. “On WHAT?” How bored I am. [beat resumes] I don't need permission. Never needed applause. If the whole city hates my name— at least they know who caused the smoke in the skyline, the paint on the walls, and that really suspicious rocket-shaped hole in— [explosion] ... That. [Pre-Chorus II — Glitching Voices] Don't call me crazy. [whisper left] Powder... [MGC] Don't. [whisper right] Powder... I SAID— [music glitches] ... No. We're having fun. Right? [tiny nervous laugh] Right. [CHORUS II — Bigger, Slightly Unhinged] GET EXCITED! Something just exploded. Whole room screaming— and everything's distorted. Lights go red, heart goes GO GO GO— if I keep moving fast enough maybe I don't have to— [hard cut] ... know. [one heartbeat] BOOM. [BREAKDOWN — Close-Mic MGC | Suddenly Vulnerable] People always leave. [silence] So I learned to leave first. Or make enough noise that I can't hear the door close. [distant ringing] Funny thing about explosions... for a second, they drown out everything. [long pause] Then it gets quiet again. ... I hate the quiet. [MGC Spoken — Forcing Cheer Back In] Soooooo— [Fishbones loads] we're gonna need a bigger fucking rocket. [SUPER MEGA BUILD — Tempo Accelerates] [MGC Rapid-Fire Female Rap] Pow-Pow— LOAD IT. Zapper— SHOCK IT. Chompers— DROP 'EM. Fishbones— LOCK IT. Heart racing, eyes wide, every warning sign says— DON'T. [silence MGC whisper:] ... That's practically an invitation. [SUPER MEGA DEATH DROP] FIRE. BWAAAAAAAAAAM— [enormous rocket impact → filthy elastic wub sequence] WUB-WUB-WUB-WUUUUUB GET EXCITED! [machine-gun bass] GET EXCITED! WUBWUB—ZAP—WUB— [MGC manic laugh layered rhythmically] [FINAL CHORUS — MGC | Singing + Rap Ad-Libs] Get excited! Let the whole thing shake. Maybe I'm a disaster— at least I'm one you won't forget. Smoke in my hair, paint across my face, another perfect catastrophe all over the place. Call me trouble. Call me insane. Call me whatever— just remember the name. You wanted quiet? Should've never let me start. Give Jinx one little spark— SHE'LL TURN IT INTO ART. [Outro — Ringing Ears + Tiny Music Box Returns] [debris settling] ... Okay. That one might've been excessive. [small explosion] ... Nope. Needed more. [giggle]
