[Intro] Sky went black. Wild ones ran. Three dumb motherfuckers stayed. Bad omen? [Beat Drop] DISASTERPIECE! [Verse 1] White fur, black blade, red eyes in the mist, I don't bring disaster, I just know when it hits. Pelipper, what the fuck happened to your face? That beak starts at your forehead and takes half the space. Whole bird built backwards, mouth bigger than your chest, Toilet seat with wings somehow flew out the nest. Drizzle made you useful, don't get it confused, You're a weather app with feathers getting publicly abused. Volbeat, you're next, little glow-stick with wings, Built like they drew half a bug, then forgot a few things. Tiny little arms, curly wires on your head, Walking night-light with a glowing ass instead. Yeah, Bug beats Dark, better cling to that fact, Only fucking advantage keeping confidence intact. You light up your own ass just to show us where you are, That's not intimidation, bitch, that's parking-lot radar. [Chorus] Disasterpiece, Three bodies, one beat, Bird in the dirt, dead bulb at my feet. Four-brain machine still couldn't foresee What happens when the omen becomes catastrophe. Disasterpiece, Better watch when I speak, I don't chase trouble, trouble finds me. They blamed every tragedy they couldn't believe, Tonight I'm making one myself: Disasterpiece. [Verse 2] Metagross, big boss, finally something legit, Six hundred on the stats, I ain't questioning it. But before you start flexing that computer upstairs, You got “gross” in your name and four folding chairs. Steel muffin grew legs and developed a brain, Then somehow grew three more and still came out plain. Big silver X slapped dead over your face, Like your own fucking designer marked you out for replace. Four brains working together, incredible tech, Still nobody among 'em thought of growing a neck. Supercomputer shaped like furniture scrap, But you're the only one here who can back up the stats. So calculate this: one-thirty coming your way, Run every simulation, pick whatever you play. You predict with equations, I know how this ends, Four brains reached the answer: Should've stayed with your friends. [Chorus] Disasterpiece, Three bodies, one beat, Bird in the dirt, dead bulb at my feet. Four-brain machine still couldn't foresee What happens when the omen becomes catastrophe. Disasterpiece, Better watch when I speak, I don't chase trouble, trouble finds me. They blamed every tragedy they couldn't believe, Tonight I'm making one myself: Disasterpiece. [Bridge] Call me emo dog? Bitch, I'm Silver and Cold, Thanks for the Memories, now do what you're told. Welcome to the Black Parade, three graves in a line, Metagross stays Numb with four useless minds. Think you can Decode me? Better calculate faster, In the End, all four brains still predicted disaster. Pelipper, Face Down, put that beak in the street, Sugar, We're Goin Down when I knock off your feet. Volbeat comes Crawling with his ass shining bright, Somewhere I Belong? Motherfucker, not in this fight. Move Along, little bug, take your flashlight and leave, You're my Misery Business every time that you breathe. I'm Not Okay? Nah, I'm having a blast. The Kill's coming next, better make that glow last. Can I call you Helena? Don't ask me why. Look at the Black Parade. You're already in line. [Verse 3] Back to business, look at this squad that they sent, One's a mailbox bird, one's a bug ornament, One's a supercomputer shaped like furniture scrap, And somehow y'all decided you were built for this rap. Pelipper brought rain, now he's soaked on the floor, Big mouth finally closed, couldn't ask for much more. Volbeat's light went out trying to stand in my shade, Metagross ran the numbers, still miscalculated. You can mention my Speed, my defenses are thin, That's legitimate ammo, go ahead, dig in. But you'd better fucking finish when you launch that attack, 'Cause one-thirty hits different when I'm hitting you back. That's the difference between an omen and fear, I don't need to act tough, you know why I'm here. When the clouds turn black and the wild ones leave, Don't blame the fucking warning for what you wouldn't believe. One bird gets grounded, one bug loses light, One machine learns the future ain't computed in bytes. Three names crossed out underneath one black sky. I used to predict disasters. Tonight I designed one. [Final Chorus] Disasterpiece, Three bodies, one beat, Bird in the dirt, dead bulb at my feet. Four-brain machine still couldn't foresee What happens when the omen becomes catastrophe. Disasterpiece, Now remember the name, I warned your whole region, you still came to play. You wanted the bad omen? Now look what you made. I didn't predict this disaster. I made it today. [Outro] Four brains. Big mouth. Glowing ass. And y'all call me the weird-looking one? Fuck outta here.
