[Intro] Rattle-rat, kaboom-kay, step into the belfry Grim grin, brim bent, everybody felt me [Verse 1] I arrive with a blorple tucked under my coat Got a pocket full of zazz and a thunderous note No clank-clank talk, just a flibber in flight I make the whole room tilt when I enter the night Call me Supreme Gangsta, crown made of chrome I built my own throne from a splintered old comb Got a crew full of snazzles, each one on code We carry big nonsense down a backroad I don't chase no glimmer, I command the parade With a bag full of wobble and a lemonade blade When the bass starts growling, every goblin gets low I say “skrrtle-skar,” and the whole floor goes whoa [Hook] I’m the shadow-born ruler of the hollowed-out hall Tiny horns in the dark, watching shadows fall No sweet-talking lullaby, we whisper in red Supreme Gangsta child, leading demons ahead [Children’s Demon Choir] Cherubim army, march, march, march Tiny teeth grin in the old bell arch Cherubim army, chant my name Crown stays crooked, still I reign I’m the shadow-born ruler, let the nightmare expand Got a pocket of embers and the void in my hand If you cross through the churchyard, step light where you stand Supreme Gangsta status, understand what I am [Verse 2] I keep a velvet kazoo in the lining of my vest And a rumor named Doodle who is dressed to impress She’s a zig-zag queen with a peppermint stare When she snaps her fingers, all the walls lose their air My people want a womp-womp, I deliver the crate My rivals talk blizzle, then evaporate I got no need for trouble when the nonsense is loud I can turn a tiny quibble to a ten-story cloud At the church-door corner where the old bells bend I’m the beginning, middle, never meeting the end With a gobble-gum grin and a velvet-black cape I leave every doubter in a cinnamon shape [Bridge] Cold wind howling where the choir boy bled Tiny silver daggers, paint the belfry red Chant my name backwards in the candlelit gloom Every little cherub leads a sinner to their doom [Hook] I’m the shadow-born ruler of the hollowed-out hall Tiny horns in the dark, watching shadows fall No sweet-talking lullaby, we whisper in red Supreme Gangsta child, leading demons ahead [Children’s Demon Choir] Cherubim army, march, march, march Tiny teeth grin in the old bell arch Cherubim army, chant my name Crown stays crooked, still I reign I’m the shadow-born ruler, let the nightmare expand Got a pocket of embers and the void in my hand If you cross through the churchyard, step light where you stand Supreme Gangsta status, understand what I am [Outro] Blorple to the left, zazzle to the right Womp-womp in the daytime, goblin after night Crown on crooked, still I rule the whole span Supreme Gangsta forever—understand what I am
