Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Yeah You thought it couldn’t get worse Just watch this [Verse 1] Big talk, small body All bark, no blade You a jump scare, cheap I’m the whole arcade I’m that Art in the alley Grin wide, teeth grit You flex online In real life, you ain’t shit You the clown at the kids’ table Foam nose, bad skit I’m the one in the dark room Door locked, tight zip You post threats in a safe bed Blanket up, nightlight lit Say my name, I appear Red paint, full drip [Chorus] Terror Fire I’m your worst nightmare You thought it couldn’t get worse Just watch this You talk big Shut the fuck up You talk big You ain’t shit Terror Fire I’m your worst nightmare You thought it couldn’t get worse Just watch this You talk big Shut the fuck up You talk big You ain’t shit [Verse 2] You the sequel no one needed Bootleg, straight trash I’m that bathroom scene When the crowd can’t laugh You cosplay killer I’m the mask nailed tight You play tough at brunch I play god at night You got cap in your captions Whole feed, fake flex I got chalk on the concrete Outline, no text You a meme in a group chat Tap twice, then skip I’m that frame they pause on Stomach weak, can’t sit [Chorus] Terror Fire I’m your worst nightmare You thought it couldn’t get worse Just watch this You talk big Shut the fuck up You talk big You ain’t shit Terror Fire I’m your worst nightmare You thought it couldn’t get worse Just watch this You talk big Shut the fuck up You talk big You ain’t shit
Tags
rap, Aggressive horrorcore trap with distorted 808s and eerie music box bells; male vocals snarling in the pocket. Verses stay tight and menacing, ad-libs panned wide. Hook drops into a huge, chantable gang vocal feel with booming subs and sharp hi-hats, ending each chorus with a chilling stop and echo.
Duration
2:14
Instrumental
No
Created
4/14/2026