Clown Mic

Step back, let me clear the room for the clown,

You walk in the spot, the instant mood goes down.

Look at your fit, man, it’s tragic and blurred,

Every single thing that you do is absurd.

You’re a meme in the flesh, walking punchline status,

Even autocorrect tries to save us from this madness.

You open your mouth, just a whole lot of static,

Your whole existence is totally erratic.

You got the drip of a leak in a basement,

Tryna catch clout, but you lack the placement.

I look at your face and I start to question God,

Why does he make a human so uniquely flawed?