

Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] [whispered] Step right up Wrong night, wrong tent Wrong ticket in your hand, kid [Verse 1] Cotton candy on my tongue tastes like chloroform Tilt‑a‑Whirl spinning slow ’round a rusted morgue Tarp flaps drag in the wind like claws Prize booth packed full of missing jaws Laughing in a mask with a smeared name tag You thought this was a show it’s a body bag House of mirrors I’m behind each pane Same dead smile but a different vein (shhh) [Chorus] Welcome to the funhouse in my head (step in) Roll up, one shot, one dead Every ride paid in panic and red You don’t leave you just get spread Welcome to the funhouse in my head (hey!) Carousel of the clinically sick Tickets tear, little hearts go quick You want out? Pick a limb, then pick [Verse 2] Girl with the braids and the blood on her boots Kissing on a blade while she carves your truth Reads your palm then she pulls your wrist Says “you live long” but her knife resist Ferris wheel stuck at the highest point Drop you piece by piece joint by joint Popcorn stand with a gasoline glow We light up the sky when the crowd says “whoa” (whoa) [Chorus] Welcome to the funhouse in my head (step in) Roll up, one shot, one dead Every ride paid in panic and red You don’t leave you just get spread Welcome to the funhouse in my head (yeah) Carousel of the clinically sick Tickets tear, little hearts go quick You want out? Pick a limb, then pick [Bridge] [both, call and response] Who’s your favorite psycho? (me) Who’s your favorite freak? (me) Who’s that in your shadow scratching from beneath? I’m the face in the mask you can’t forget I’m the stain on the sawdust never set (never set) [Chorus] Welcome to the funhouse in my head (step in) Roll up, one shot, one dead Every ride paid in panic and red You don’t leave you just get spread Welcome to the funhouse in my head (last ride) Carousel of the clinically sick Tickets tear, little hearts go quick You want out? Pray the lights go click
Tags
rap, Horrorcore rap duet over eerie carnival organ and detuned music-box bells, heavy boom-bap drums and sub-bass. Verses trade off male and female vocals with sharp double-time bursts and creepy whispered ad-libs. Hook explodes with gang-style chants and layered harmonies, final chorus drags tempo and filters like the ride breaking down., hardcore, horrorcore
2:59
No
3/10/2026