LYRICS
AzeeRo x Kenny Cleod - Enter The Joker
-AzeeRo-
Staring out the window as the sky roam in darkness,
letting in all kind of forces,
madness becomin hazardous,
shed tears but happy,
lips smiled but angry,
why can't these voices quit it when i'm undergo this therapy,
i tried to hide and keep quite but heart beats louder,
everynight been fighting with creepy voices on my shoulder,
everytime I lose power, no longer me on the controller,
all of a sudden, "Why so serious?"
whispered the Joker,
then it begins, bloody images of blades,
flipping throughout the pages, killing every single being in a haste,
slice em up and serve em nicely on a plate,
this mister psycho wants more,
but still he wants he dont know,
all i know what he want is to draw chalklines on the floor just a bit more,
slowly goin crazy, just giggled lookin at a body,
with a head not intact everything seems so funny to me,
im gettin real sick of this i guess it is almost game over,
im off, adios, i'ma let the Joker take over, "Thank You"
-Chorus-
(Kenny Cleod)
As the sunset, I get so upset,
bangin my head as it messes the mindset,
went off course but i'm glad that i found my way back,
another force in control, no use to fight back,
what you see, what you see are mostly the outer skin,
no clue whatsoever a mess im in and
every now and then, i get mad and delirious,
then a tiny voice whispers, "Why so serious?"
-AzeeRo-
it feels good to be back, yeah thank you mister chubby,
it's been a while i fuck around with a M-I-C-R-O-P-H-O-N-E,
turned this to a spelling bee,
where i be competing little kiddies for a bag of N-I-P-S,
Funny, why everybody getting all mad for,
get a sense of humour, loosen up and pop a pamelor,
you need to relax, lay your head on the pavement,
here's a small 'payment' for my so-called 'entertainment',
few things i need and one of em is some ground meat,
the recipe state that it must be red, guess u're the best fit,
grind you up and make you into a long piece of salami,
for charity and it's my way to help reduce poverty,
i'm crazy, been livin my days in BPD,
no medi what remedy coz mostly i say is IDC,
this is just a fantasy, up to you wanna believe,
it's not my problem if you end up dead in a casket, bastards
-Chorus-
(Kenny Cleod)
As the sunset, I get so upset,
bangin my head as it messes the mindset,
went off course but i'm glad that i found my way back,
another force in control, no use to fight back,
what you see, what you see are mostly the outer skin,
no clue whatsoever a mess im in and
every now and then, i get mad and delirious,
then a tiny voice whispers, "Why so serious?"
-bridge-
(AzeeRo)
been livin my life as a joke (joke)
i cant even breathe, i would choke (choke)
jokes would turn to provoke (voke)
the Joker's in gear, now to do some work (work)
-Chorus-
(Kenny Cleod)
As the sunset, I get so upset,
bangin my head as it messes the mindset,
went off course but i'm glad that i found my way back,
another force in control, no use to fight back,
what you see, what you see are mostly the outer skin,
no clue whatsoever a mess im in and
every now and then, i get mad and delirious,
then a tiny voice whispers, "Why so serious?"
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