

Prompt / Lyrics
Midnight playhouse party, Pee-Wee's hosting—booze, bad decisions. Michael Myers bursts in, mask on, knife gleaming, hunting screams. Pee-Wee, tipsy on root beer floats, spots him: "Big boy! Strip poker?" Myers blinks, confused. Pee-Wee yanks off his bowtie, "Your turn!" Myers, awkward, drops knife—reveals he's packing more than just murder. Pee-Wee whistles, "Holy cow!" Tries to climb him like a tree. Myers panics, runs—slips on lube from puppet drawer, face-dives into Miss Yvonne's lap. Chaos! Puppets go wild, "Do the dirty bird!" Myers tangled in lingerie, knife stuck in couch. Pee-Wee grins: "Stay for afterparty?" Myers flees, scarred. Playhouse? Never the same.Once, in a glitchy corner between PBS and BBC, Barney the Dinosaur wandered into Teletubby land. Tinky Winky spotted the big purple blob first—thought he was a new playmate till Barney started singing about hugs. Tinky Winky bolted, yelling dada dada through his antenna. Barney chased after, arms wide, belting "I love you!" Dipsy tripped over his hat, Laa-Laa burst into giggles, and Po spun circles on her scooter yelling "eh-oh disaster!" They all ended up in a giant hug pile, covered in tubby custard. Barney declared it the best day ever. The Teletubbies? Never invited him back.
Tags
rap, pop, ambient, male
1:26
No
2/5/2026