Carnival Carnage

Yeah

Mirror said, “Not again”

I said, “Shut up and listen”

I woke up ugly

With a grin full of bad decisions

I got a mouth full of matches and a head full of

gas Bad little smile with a knife in the laugh I don’t

start trouble, I season the pot Then stir with a stick that

I stole from God I been too calm,

got sick of the role Nice guy died with a boot on

his soul Now I walk in the room like an unpaid bill

Cracked halo tilted with a look that kills Forget your peace,

I need drums that bite Bass so low it can fistfight night

Snare so sharp it can cut through pride Hook so rude it

gets banned outside I’m a trash-can prophet with a golden tongue Halfway

healed but the damage is fun I don’t want fame,

I want speakers to shake Till your fake little courage sweats off

its face Don’t hand me the mic If you like things clean

I turn pretty little beats Into crime scenes Not real blood Just

bruised-up pride I make the whole room Want to run outside Mouth

full of matches Tongue full of flames Laughing like a nightmare When

they say my name Kick down the static Spit in the panic

If I go too far Blame the damage Mouth full of matches

Heart full of smoke

I’m a bad little joke

That the devil rewrote

Na-na-na nasty

Ha-ha-ha tragic I don’t need therapy

I need more havoc I got a basement brain and a rooftop

mouth Everything rotten in me wants out I put my shame in

a clown suit quick Then made that thing do a backflip Everybody

fake-deep, fake-hurt, fake-wise Fake little tears in their fake little eyes I’m

real-life cracked with a punchline spine Temper on ten with a grin

on nine You don’t want smoke,

you want scented steam Hard rap polished with a clean routine I

came in filthy, shoes full of mud Dragging the beat through emotional

sludge I pray like,

“Lord, make me less insane” Then curse three times when He sends

me rain I’m bitter,

I’m petty, I’m gross,

I’m loud I wear red flags like a funeral shroud Don’t ask

if I’m good That question bites I’ll turn one answer Into six

bar fights Don’t ask why I laugh When the whole thing burns

Some people cry I make the beat learn Mouth full of matches

Tongue full of flames Laughing like a nightmare When they say my

name Kick down the static Spit in the panic If I go

too far Blame the damage

Mouth full of matches

Heart

full of smoke

I’m a bad little joke

That the devil rewrote

Na-na-na nasty

Ha-ha-ha tragic

I don’t need therapy

I need more havoc I’m the wrong one,

loud one, hell with a haircut Every soft part learned how to

square up I don’t throw hands,

I throw fits in rhythm Then make every syllable rattle the system

You can’t cancel a goblin with Wi-Fi I crawl through the screen

with a crooked side-eye Type one line and the room gets tense

Cause I make unstable make too much sense Dirt in my halo,

rot in my crown I grin when the circus starts burning down

I don’t need a throne,

just one cracked chair And a beat so sick it needs urgent

care I’m vulgar by nature Sweet by mistake I hug like a

saint Then laugh like a rake I’m not your model I’m not

your preacher I’m the bad thought dancing In the back of the

bleachers I came from the static I crawled from the gutter Made

hell catchy Then sold it with stutters Mouth full of matches Tongue

full of flames Laughing like a nightmare When they say my name

Kick down the static Spit in the panic If I go too

far Blame the damage Mouth full of matches Heart full of smoke

I’m a bad little joke That the devil rewrote

Na-na-na nasty

Ha-ha-ha tragic I don’t need therapy I need

more havoc

Mouth full of matches

Room full of smoke I’m fine,

motherfucker That’s the funniest joke