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Fuck fairy tales.
Red balloons don’t float… they wait.
[Pennywise Sets the Frame]
Streetlights stutter, laughter in the drains,
I wear your smile, I memorize your pains.
Fear’s my language, I whisper it slow,
Town hold its breath when the gutters glow.
[Brad Pitt Encounter]
Brad Pitt steady, war calm eyes,
Seen worse nights than a clown in disguise.
Pennywise circle, promises sweet—
Brad don’t blink, fear don’t eat.
Cut—monster annoyed, interest denied,
Some souls too bitter to swallow alive.
[Tom Cruise Encounter]
Tom Cruise running straight through the wrong,
Hallway bend like the beat too long.
“Can’t outrun fate,” the laughter insist—
Tom blow past like, “Fuck that,” persist.
Momentum wins, scene keeps pace,
Fear miss cue, lose the chase.
[Hook – First Drop]
Fuck your crown, fuck your grin,
Red balloons pop when hunters dig in.
Lights go out, bass cave in,
Movie don’t pause when the fear begin.
[Mary Mouser Encounter]
Mary alone, hallway hum low,
Door creak soft like “you already know.”
Pennywise gentle, voice silk-thin—
She breathe through it, don’t let it in.
Cut to silence, tension paid,
Fear tried hard—got nothing made.
[Adam Sandler Encounter]
Adam crack jokes in a place too still,
Laughter ricochet, kill the chill.
Pennywise scowl—joy fuck his plan,
Comedy jam where terror ran.
Cut—monster hungry, joy denied,
Some smiles hit harder than pride.
[Verse – Hunters Assemble]
Dean kick doors, jacket torn wide,
Sleeve ripped up from a hellish slide.
“Fuck clowns,” he spits, reload click,
Sam chant Latin, voice calm, sick.
Bobby on comms, maps spread out,
“Salt the ground—burn it out!”
Peyton List flipping pages fast,
Eyes locked in, connecting past.
[Peyton List & Bobby singer The Books]
Library dust, candle glow,
Old ink hum like it don’t wanna go.
Peyton stitch symbols, finds the seam,
“Fear breaks when belief don’t dream.”
Bobby nod once, trust complete,
“Good catch—now bring it to the street.”
They build the end with words and flame,
Knowledge sharpened into aim.
[Hook – Second Drop]
Fuck the myth, fuck the sound,
Hunters bleed but don’t back down.
When belief stand solid ground,
Fear get loud—then drown.
[SAM & DEAN ARRIVE]
Impala scream through a dead-end town,
Dean kick door, jacket torn down.
Sleeve ripped, blood dry on the seam,
“Fuck clowns,” growled through clenched teeth.
Sam flipping pages, symbols tight,
Latin roll clean in the streetlight.
“Fear feeds him,” Sam snap quick,
“So we starve the fucker—stick to the script.”
Bobby on the phone, voice gravel-rough,
“Salt the ground—all of it—yeah, that’s enough.”
Sam chant steady, blood on lip,
Dean load salt, grip don’t slip.
Bobby spark flame, Peyton lock seal,
Every move earned—this shit real.
Balloon deflate, sewer go still,
Monster retreat—not dead, but killed enough to chill.
Dean light up, hands still shake,
Sam shut book, breath finally break.
Fear ain’t gone—but tonight it learned:
Don’t fuck with hunters who stand their
Ground
Details
GeneratedFeb 3, 2026
Duration3:59
LanguageEnglish
Style
Rap, Heavy Rap, Deep Rap, sinister Rap, male/Female Heavy Beat, Dark Beat, heavy base, horror
Credits
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AidenRL
AidenRLModelAria v5
