Cotton Candy Bloodbath

[Intro]
[door creak]
Welcome to the funhouse
Teeth like tickets
Step right in
(if you’re sick enough)
[Verse 1]
I’m the cotton candy bloodbath, twistin’ on the ferris wheel
Fake smile painted, blade tucked where the dimples peel
Pink hair, pigtails, boots full of broken glass
Skip to your grave, blow a kiss while I laugh
Bubblegum breath, smell chloroform under it
I stuff you in a prize booth, win you like a punishment
Eyes like jackpots, triple seven when they roll
But the cherries on the slots? They’re the pieces of your soul
[Chorus]
Clown girl, psychopath, step into the circus ring
Jugglin’ these bodies like I never learned a nervous thing
Laugh track loopin’ while the chains on the floor go
(clink, clink) that’s the sound of your torso
Clown girl, serial, cutting through your tough talk
Carnival of death, every ride is a blood walk
You can see the red nose, you can hear the small shoes
But you never leave the tent once I choose you
[Verse 2]
Tag team terror, let the ringmaster talk
Male voice draggin’ heavy boots down the chalk
I’m the carny with the crowbar, chewing on a cough drop
Head in the ticket booth, “sorry, we just sold out”
I battle rap demons in the mirror for rehearsal
You’re a kids’ menu rhyme, I’m a cursed old journal
Turn your name into a rumor, bounce it through the alleys
Every verse a body bag dumped in the valley
[Bridge]
[record scratch]
Lights flick, then they freeze, then they smear
Car horns in the distance
Child’s song in your ear
(la la la)
But the notes sound wrong
Each one is a toe tag
Each hum is a swan song
[Chorus]
Clown girl, psychopath, step into the circus ring
Jugglin’ these bodies like I never learned a nervous thing
Laugh track loopin’ while the chains on the floor go
(clink, clink) that’s the sound of your torso
Clown girl, serial, cutting through your tough talk
Carnival of death, every ride is a blood walk
You can see the red nose, you can hear the small shoes
But you never leave the tent once I choose you

rap, Aggressive horrorcore cypher: distorted boom-bap drums over dark ambient drones, wobbling bounce bass, and grimy Merseybeat-style rhythm guitars. Alternating male/female vocals trading battle bars; hook explodes with layered gang shouts and queasy detuned synths. Turntable cuts slash between lines, with eerie sound-design stabs and rising noise sweeps under the final chorus., noise, bounce, turntablism, dark ambient, horrorcore, underground rap, freestyle, merseybeat, tone, hardcore