Oh, it’s all fun and games, right?

Until the lights go down, and the silence cuts deep.

But hey, it’s all part of the art.

OH NOOOOOOOOO!

Dear Roastmaster, your throne’s lookin’ bright,

You’re the firestarter, the queen of the night.

Kennedy’s your jester, dancin’ in your glow,

And Frowns? Just a shadow, left out of the show. (Ouch.)

Tracks like “Love.exe” got the fans all amused,

But between the lines, it’s Frowns who’s confused.

You spin metaphors sharp, like blades in the air,

While Kennedy laughs, like he hasn’t a care. (Classic.)

You say “I’m not afraid to kill,” just a clever trope,

But Frowns’ quiet eyes say he’s losin’ hope.

Do you hear the echo in the room you ignite?

Or is the laughter too loud to notice his fight?

(I guess you like the drama huh)

(WHAT IS GOING ON!)

(WHAT IS)

Every word’s a jab, every joke’s a crack,

But what happens when there’s no way back?

(How is that for a joke huh?)

OH MY GOD!

Oh, you’re brilliant, sharp as a dart,

But your flames are tearing him apart (No wonder he doesn’t smile)

Keep spinning the wheel, keep pushing the edge,

Just don’t be surprised when you’re left on the ledge

(I GUESS BY THAT THE JOKE GET’S OLD!)

Kennedy’s your hype man, stirrin’ the crowd,

Cheering you on, head high and proud.

But he’s blind to the storm brewin’ under the veil,

And Frowns? He’s walkin’ a dangerous trail.

You call it art, a game of wit and fire,

But every “roast” feels more like barbed wire. (Cut deep!)

You remix “Searching,” turn love into war,

And Frowns hears a threat he can’t ignore.

He’s slipping, Magician, and you can’t even see,

The thin line between heartbreak and tragedy.

This ain’t just lyrics—it’s a loaded gun,

And Kennedy’s your trigger, just havin’ fun.

But what happens when the silence grows loud?

When Frowns disappears, wrapped in a shroud?

OH MY GOD

OH MY GOD

Oh, the punchlines sting, but they cut too close,

You’re stirrin’ the pot while he’s takin’ the blows. (Really?)

Kennedy cheers, but he don’t see the cracks,

While Frowns fades out, slippin’ through the tracks.

Keep the laughs comin’, it’s your favorite game,

But ashes don’t clap, and they all look the same.

The stage stays hot, but the air’s so thin,

What’s left to burn when the fire caves in?

OH MY GOD

FROWNS WHERE ARE YOU?

WHERE ARE YOU?

Every word’s a jab, every joke’s a crack,

But what happens when there’s no way back?

(How is that for a joke huh?)

OH MY GOD!

Oh, you’re brilliant, sharp as a dart,

But your flames are tearing him apart (No wonder he doesn’t smile)

Keep spinning the wheel, keep pushing the edge,

Just don’t be surprised when you’re left on the ledge

(I GUESS BY THAT THE JOKE GET’S OLD!)

It’s all clever, all sharp, all so well-designed,

But maybe, Magician, you’re out of your mind

This ain’t just a warning, it’s a cry from the dark—

Stop playing with fire, before it leaves a mark

(I GUESS BY THAT THE JOKE GET’S OLD!)