You think you can cage me best? You think a god can stop me? The joke's on you. Welcome... to the punchline.
Yeah, I'm the man who broke the man of steel, Turned his heart to ash, how's that feel?
He had a code, I had a plan, One bad day and I made the man.
Watch him snap, red eyes in the rain, A god in grief, not a world in pain.
Call me evil, I call it art, I painted the sky with a Kryptonian heart.
I ain't no thug, I'm a symphony, Chaos-born, my own ministry.
You saved the world, I flipped the plot, Now Superman's the monster you forgot.
I wear the crown of chaos!
Bow to the king! No rules, no gods, no justice.
I carved this crest of ash and fed it to the rain.
Public crucifix, headlines, burned into the mall.
Took his vows, rewrote the lens, hero to headline.
Set a trap with a smile, pressed a button, one bad time.
Kryptonite night, city lights, fight, flight, ignite.
I spun his shame into spectacle, turned truth into spite.
Caught him sentinel, now he's sentinel.
Less a ghost with a cape, I sold the crowd to sickness, then I signed the final tape.
Mirror smash lessons, I put the city on stage.
Pull strings on reputations, lift that virtue on a cage.
You cried monster at the man who mourned, I taught them where to aim.
I made the world judge the savior, I rewrote his name.
Who's fault? Ha! Who laughed? Ha!
Who sits on the throne when the chorus collapses?
Crown of chaos, laugh, laugh.
No gods, no rules, it's my craft.
Bow to the king, watch the city sing.
Punchline lands, hear the echo ring.
Tick-tock, tick-tock, I clock the clocks, cock the blocks.
Shock, rock, deck, stack, cards crack.
Watch the statue fall like chalk, snap back.
Straight facts, fractured flags in the smog.
I lace the mic with mischief, make the masses rewrite.
Right, spin the narrative, narrative.
I stitch the seams, seam to seam.
Rhetoric terrorism, rhetoric wreck the dream.
Fast hands, blast plans, ash lands, glass lands, gas bands.
I script the slip, then I watch the puppet pass the stand.
Behind the grin, a ledger waits.
One bad day, one crooked fate.
I learned the law could bruise, saw kings auction off their weight.
So I traded pity for the playbook spark, the fuse lit the stage.
Now every saint gets a question mark, I wrote it on the page.
I didn't just fight him, I framed him with a public heartache.
A photo, a soundbite, a city-split decision to make.
I fed them fear in bite-sized clips.
I seeded doubt in committees.
I made his guilt feel heavier than all their roney hidden loyalties.
He held his breath for justice, I held the mirror to the seam.
Showed a man who bled for others but drowned behind his creed.
When the camera blinked, I clicked one smile, a thousand cracks.
Now monuments mutter my name when the sirens turn them back.
So light the fires, break the chains, laugh the crowns.
What remains in the scorched outline of order?
I signed the joke in crimson stains.
You thought a god could stop my game?
You thought a cape could win?
Welcome to the punchline.
I take the world and make it grin.
Laugh broadcast.
Laugh it last.
Remember the name.
Remember the frame.
Punchline king.
The claim.
The flame.
