I REALLY DO NOT LIKE CLOWNS, GROWN ASS MEN RUNNING AROUND WITH THEIR FACES PAINTED ACTING LIKE DAMN FOOLS... AND WHATS UP WITH THEM BIG ASS SHOES? I ALSO AM TALKING ABOUT THE OTHER KINDS OF CLOWNS HERE ( I WILL NOT SAY ANY NAMES BUT IT BEGINS WITH ROB AND ENDS WITH BLOWE)
HERES TO DA CLOWNS.
THIS IS THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE
SMILE AT ME AND I SEE THE REALITY, PAINT ON YOUR FACE AND A BIG ASS RED NOSE, MASKING YOUR TRUE BRUTALITY.I SEE YOU IN THE SHADOWS AND TRY TO RUN YET IT FEELS LIKE MY FEET ARE MIRED IN QUICKSAND, ITS THAT DAMN CLOWN ALL OVER AGAIN.YET I TOO DWELL IN THE DARK, THAT PLACE THATS DEEP IN MY HEART, YOU WERE DOOMED TO DIE RIGHT FROM THE START.SET YOU UP AND SPRUNG MY TRAP, LISTEN TO MY WINGS AS THEY BEAT AND FLAP.THE TABLES HAVE TURNED IN THIS DUNGEON, WHERE YOUR STRENTH BECOMES MINE AS YOU TRY TO RUN.AND THIS IS YOUR HOME UNTIL I TIRE, WHERE YOU WILL MEET ALL MY FRIENDS WHIP, CHAIN AND FIRE. YOUR EYES STREACH WIDE AS YOU REALISE YOUR FATE, TO LITTLE, DAMN CLOWN, TO DAMN LATE.I HAVE DWELLED JUST AS LONG AS THEE, SINCE THIS WORLD BEGAN I STARTED TO SEE.YOU THINK YOUR EVIL IS THE ONLY KIND? I HAVE LEFT OTHERS OF YOUR TRIBE LYING ON THE GROUND LIKE DRY MELON RINDS. NOW ITS YOUR TIME TO BEG AND PLEAD, SORRY MY FRIEND YOU BELONG TO ME.
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