The Circus: Killer Klowns Pt. 2

Smokajoka

The ringmaster of this circus so there's no point in tryin me
The crew that rolls in the darkness, criticized and hated but now a dynasty
Underestimated, and if you ever wondered....blood is our face paint
Text heads that juggle opponents with ease, and with topical it's the same
Poets that leave the crowd in awe, and musical artists that spit fire
In middle of this I stand as the show goes on and our respect gets higher
Each desire from my brethren is the same as mine, let me make it clear
Beat down our opposition, make gay jokes, enjoy porn and drink beer
I'm glad I'm here, my family is always on display all you have to do is pay
Spotlight's on them, please please!! .....come through this way


Johnny 6 Feet

Who escaped with the cheese and then spat in the trap?
Hey, it's 6-feet the magician with his vanishing act
Spewing a cloud of chemicals, make you high and delirious
Cut your cheeks into a smile and ask 'Why so serious?'
An acrobat who hits a somersault and catches the pen
Blast with it then, buckshot punchlines, you're no match for us men!
Tight-roping 50 feet up between genius and insanity
Half drunk and half weeded, watching the planet bleed
My brain's an acid bath, calculate with drastic math
And formulate some kind of rawness to make the plastic crash
So if Satan is my source of power, fuck, I'd borrow more
Coz I'm a 6 feet deep killer klown and horrorcore


Tene

Coming out the tiny mobile, the last clown of the group
A haggard looking sight, stomping kids down with the boots
Standing upon the vehicle, receiving a better view of the area
Demonic painted face, his actions sure to cause hysteria
The clowns begin circling his "stage", as he removes his hat
Dreads falling, and his eyes cold, as they settle into this trap
He hold's the mic, and at first he's calm and soft spoken
Then the possession took place as the ripped coat opens
As the crows leave his jacket, to point out the next victim
And commence with the order as talons grip their neck ripping;
Flesh, still pulsating and moist as the screams are unleashed
Steel doors trap customers inside, leaving the entrance unbreeched
My followers disturbingly wicked, laughing at your feeble existence
Jamming syringes into veins, while smashing backs for lethal resistance


Ntalek

I'm the crazy klown with a painted smile here to taint your child
They're in danger now as I juggle limbs for the anxious crowd.
complaisant shrouds their faces loud as a screaming victim in Jason's house
there's no escaping now this circus's purpose is just shaping out.
Bleak shrieks my ballooned animals come to life and rip apart physiques
in a curious technique I could see the others pointing and laughing at me
but their laughs would be screams cause I'm not here for fun and games
I've mimed their minds so they come closer as I pull on this invisible chain
somewhat insane but yet sane inside my striped domain where to be
entertained means losing your jugular vein