[Intro — Spoken over rattling carnival metal]
Neon sickscreen, Faygo hissing like a wound,
Carnival teeth grin — hatchet-hand to the moon.
Smash the cans, glass sings, neon vomit down the street,
Patience on the sill, cigarette smoke curling, wheeze and beat.
[Verse 1 — low guttural, snapping consonants]
Mr. Toxic spits acid, tongue like rusted chrome,
He bottles nightmares, pops the cap — the carnival's our home.
Miss Cuts, blade-breath, staccato, slice and spit the lies,
Scissor-snap syllables, blood-red rhymes, she razes alibis.
Fat Vince stomps, keg crush thunder, belly-cry of chrome,
Beer foam on his grin — he laughs and hurls the bottle home.
Patience the tux cat kneads beer-foam, bats the lighter's flame,
Coughs smoke on the windowsill, eyes like midnight — no shame.
Weed rolled paper, vape-cloud spirals, cigarette ash moons,
Vape coils hiss, a toxic halo, Faygo in the ruin's fumes.
[Pre-Chorus — building, quicker cadence]
Hatchet-heart, we sign the night, carnival oath, two knuckles tight,
Juggalos gather, brass and bite, we spit the dark and shine the light.
[Chorus — short, punchy, guttural shouts]
Toxic Reign! (GRRR!)
Tuxedo Night! (HAH!)
Faygo Fury! (ARRGH!)
[Verse 2 — harsher consonants, internal rhyme]
Smashed cans glitter, neon cuts the gutter-slick parade,
Mr. Toxic hisses, acid-words that stain the masquerade.
Miss Cuts carves truth into the bark of rotten lies,
She drags the rotten names into the light where shame now dies.
Fat Vince, drum of doom, stomps half-time, chest a cannon drum,
Blast-beat bones, crash cadence — feel the subterranean hum.
Patience bats the lighter, kneads the foam, puffs a smoky sigh,
On the sill she coughs and glares, a tuxedo judge in the sky.
[Pre-Chorus — rising rasp]
Hatchet-hand salute, Faygo-spray salute, we spit the bitter fizz,
We bring your wicked ways to light — let justice feel our wrath, it is.
[Chorus — repeat, more guttural]
Toxic Reign! (BLEED!)
Tuxedo Night! (SNARL!)
Faygo Fury! (GRRR!)
[Bridge — half-time breakdown, syncopated, blast imagery]
Blast of bone and drum — the floor caves in, the ferris wheel groans,
Half-time heart, slow crush, the iron throne of broken bones.
Syncopate the silence — hammer hits the hollow chest,
We stomp, we shout, we expose the lies and put them to the test.
[Breakdown — visceral, short-word shouts]
CRUSH!
GRIND!
HAT-CHET! (HA!)
SMASH!
[Verse 3 — vivid scenes, concrete imagery]
Neon vomit on the curb, bottles shattered in the lane,
Juggalos howl, Faygo flies — sweetness stings like rain.
Patience prowls the riot, tail a metronome of spite,
She bats the lighter, puffs the smoke, she rules the brimless night.
Cans crushed flat like stale excuses, glass like broken moons,
Vince bellows, belly laughs, the chaos hums its tune.
Miss Cuts trims the lies to ribbons, stitches truth in flesh,
Mr. Toxic sprays confession, acidic, sharp, afresh.
[Chorus — final, full-throated with guttural ad-libs]
Toxic Reign! (HAH!)
Tuxedo Night! (GRRR!)
Faygo Fury! (ARRGH
