Buggy vs. Arthur Fleck - Freshy Kanal ft. McGwire

Thieves and beggars wanna seek the treasure

Never exceed the schemes of the genius jester

Feast your eyes at the East lead emperor!

Make weak pirate wannabes leave in stretchers (Oh!)

So knock knock; it's "another job dropped you"

Chop Chop; couple limbs are lobbed off you

I'm locked on; bring the Buggy bomb squad through

Think you're hot news only 'cause the cops caught you

Your parents agree that you were practically worthless

Mom's not actually birth kin, plus your daddy deserted

Man, "dysfunctional" ain't even scratching the surface!

Even I couldn't gather a bigger family circus

Another Bad Romance on those Telephone calls

Shooting your shot put holes in your own walls

Now Harley's running off, and she's never coming back

It's like the gun at the hospital: should've kept it in your pants!

You're grasping at Straws, but that's to be expected

My humor's like the One Piece: you wouldn't get it

Can someone get this honky off the podium?

He's not an emperor; they just cropped his size to Napoleon's!

Tell me, how does a chicken run the Cross Guild?

Another Croc of shit you're Hawk-ing off to hide your lack of raw skill

Ooh, you're a loser, faux, facade, and a charade!

You were never bombastic; you just bombed on stage

I'm busting Buggy's balls! You were with the Rogers on a roll

And they got so sick of you that you caught the common cold

All your setups fail; the only payoff goes to coast guards

You were out of your depth and got bit by a loan shark

Gotham's set ablaze; they say I was the lone spark

Try paint me as the villain, but no one truly knows Art

Did you say "nose"?! For that, I could break yours!

I make more people die laughing at your displayed corpse

You choked hard! Ain't you used to swallowing pills, though?

Or was that an impression of your mom under the pillow?!

You've heard no one cares who you are under the mask

Well, they couldn't give a shit with it either; that's pretty fucking sad

Pull yourself together; to me, this was just improv

I hope you're the next one that Oda actually kills off!

This incel wouldn't last a day in cells at Impel

Now you can add stab wounds into your list of ill health!

Slight trouble, and you'd make a mountain from a hill, I bet

A real threat would be telling me you're gonna sing again

I was never bounded by hubris; I went and founded a movement

I got big shoes to fill; you're still a clown for amusement

Just a "drop in the ocean", and if you did, you'd be drowning

If you can't usurp the jester, then you'll never be crowned king!