[Verse 1: Buggy]
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 parеnts agree that you were practically worthless
Mom's not actually birth kin, plus your daddy dеserted
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!

[Verse 2: Arthur Fleck]
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
[Verse 3: Buggy]
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?!

[Verse 4: Arthur Fleck]
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!

[Verse 5: Buggy]
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

[Verse 6: Arthur Fleck]
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!