You think you can cage me, Bats? You think a god can stop me? The joke's on you. Welcome... to the punchline.
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, now the world in pain.
Call me evil, I call it art, I paint the sky with a Kryptonian heart.
I ain't no thug, I'm a symphony, Chaos born in 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.
Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!
I carved his crest to ash and fed it to the rain.
Public crucifix headlines burn into the mall Took his vows, we wrote the lens, he wrote a headline
Set a trap with a smile, press the button one bad time.
Kryptonite night, city lights fight, flight ignite.
I spun his shame into spectacle, turned truth into spite.
Called 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 smashed lessons, I put the city on stage.
Pulled strings on reputations, lit their 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? Who laughs? Who sits on the throne when the chorus collapses?
Crown of chaos, laugh, laugh, laugh. No gods, no rules, that'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 rights.
Spin the narrative, narrative, I stitch the seams, seem to seem.
Rhetoric, terrorism, rhetoric, wreck the dream.
Fast hands, flash 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, sparked a fuse, lit the stage.
Now every scene gets a question mark, I wrote it on the page.
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 own hidden liabilities.
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 their back.
So light the fires, break the chains. Laughter 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 green.
Ha! Ha!
Laugh far past, laugh at last.
Ha! Ha!
Remember the name, remember the frame.
Punchline King.
The claim, the flame.
