I ran into Art the Clown
At a pizza shop open late
He sawed my friend’s body in half
A different woman’s face, he ate
His oil black teeth give me nightmares
His sketchy bag full of god knows what
The way he sits silently and stares
You know he’s about to fuck shit up
I used to feel bad for clowns
For causing fear instead of joy
But I get why Art causes frowns
That mother fucker is here to destroy
And if you see Art lurking on your street
Rest assured its your maker you will meet
NERDCROPOLIS 