Prompt / Lyrics
(Intro) Whatcha lookin’ at, homie? The paint is dry, but the blood is still drippin’. Welcome to the sideshow. (Verse 1) Step into the freezer, leave your soul at the door I’m paintin’ faces with the marrow leakin’ out of your pores Got that hatchet in the holster, swingin’ heavy and wide There ain’t a closet in the city where a hater can hide I’m a wicked clown stalker, walkin’ dead on the beat I’ll turn a cul-de-sac into a butcher shop on your street Peel the skin back slow, like I’m unmaskin’ a ghost Then I’m toastin’ to the family, yeah, the ones I love most. (Chorus) We’re clowning out, keep the motor runnin’ red Juggalo for life, even after we are dead Face paint stained with the grime and the gore Knockin’ down the hinges, kickin’ in the cellar door Whoop whoop, hear the siren in the dark? We’re leavin’ hatchet marks in the middle of the park. (Verse 2) Faygo rainin’ down, mixin’ in with the bile I’ll take a rusty pair of pliers just to fix up your smile I’m a carnival attraction, I’m the freak in the cage Rippin’ pages out of history with a murderous rage See the black and the white? Yeah, it’s caked on the skin Let the ritual of the Lotus and the carnage begin I don’t need a spotlight, I can see in the murky Carvin’ up the mainstream like a Thanksgiving turkey. (Bridge) Red nose, cold toes, lyin’ in a ditch I’m the nightmare livin’ in the spirit of the rich Swing, swing, swing—hear the whistle of the blade? This is how a wicked clown parade is made. (Verse 3) Yeah, we’re outcasts, misfits, monsters in the night Givin’ every little 'lo and 'lette a reason to fight If you ain’t down with the clown, then you’re down in the dirt Underneath the floorboards where it’s really gonna hurt Brain matter splatter on the oversized shoes We got nothin’ left to gain and even less left to lose So keep your eyes peeled for the shadow on the wall Because the Dark Carnival is comin’ for you all. (Chorus) We’re clowning out, keep the motor runnin’ red Juggalo for life, even after we are dead Face paint stained with the grime and the gore Knockin’ down the hinges, kickin’ in the cellar door Whoop whoop, hear the siren in the dark? We’re leavin’ hatchet marks in the middle of the park. (Outro) Whoop whoop. See you in the next life, ninja.
Tags
Rap hip hop trap mixed with dubstep, male vocals
Duration
2:46
Instrumental
No
Created
3/30/2026