his edgy villain intro song
I just fucking love it when they run
Nah, they never make it easy
I'll admit it, that's the fun
I done been so hungry, baby you've been such a tease
Never gonna stop until you're dripping from my teeth
bad bitch, watch your step, fun fun fun – but also sets up the throughline of emptiness that this playlist is based around with the constant refrain of “just killing time”.
based on his cocky swagger walking into Em City:
I know the score like the back of my hand
Them other boys, I don't give a damn
They kiss on the ring, I carry the crown
Nothing can break, nothing can break me down
Don't need no advice, I got a plan
I know the direction, the lay of the land
I know the score like the back of my hand
Them other boys, I don't give a damn
but again, with an undercurrent of: maybe the lady doth protest?
I got skin in the game
I don't feel no pain
I got news for you baby, you're looking at the man
I don't give a damn
I'm the man
Haa! Ha-ah!
A combination of the first two song’s vibes, and pulling it further down. I have this really vivid mental image of him walking around his clubs to this.
I'm a monster, I'm a killer
I know I'm wrong, yeah
I'm a problem
That'll never ever be solved
And no matter what, you'll never take that from me
My reign is as far as your eyes can see
also reinforces my own personal lore of Alonzo being someone who worked up to his position from nothing (no specific reason to believe that, nepo baby Alonzo is an equally fun headcanon I like to toy around with from time to time, but I like the rags to riches trope better myself)
Standing at my podium, I'm trying to watch my sodium
Die high blood pressure, either let the Feds catch ya
I'm amazing, born on a full moon
I was bred to get it in, no spoon
They like, "Oh God, why he go so hard?
Look what he's been through, he deserves an applause"
More pre-canon vibes, referencing the orgies and clubs etc. “I hate everybody at these parties but I just keep throwing them.”
The sunny place for shady people
A crowded room where nobody goes
You can be whoever you wanna be here
Frightened by my own reflection
Desperate for a new connection
Pull you in, but don't you get too close
Lost in black hole conversation
Sunrise suffocation
Keep me up all night
I just wanna feel
I just wanna feel somethin'
But I keep feeling nothin' all night long
The consequences of being a fake faker who refuses to get close to anybody.
Nobody understands me
Nobody, I'm so fucking random
Nobody tried to understand me
They're just standing in my way
When you're standing on the grave
Of everyone who used to try to save you
Well, they used to try to save me
But then I went and pushed them all away from me
They're all playing yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes
Laughing to their death, death, death, death, death, death
They're all saying yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes
I pay these people to laugh at my jokes and they're not even funny
The ending pleading for the audience to “cut the fucking fanfare” gets me every time...
Look at me, I'm a superstar
All I need, is what I have right now
Can I never finish, never win it
Fall apart into sand, to sand, to sand, to sand
Now I'm left half a man, with still a lot of shit
On my hands, my hands, my hands, my hands
First you wash, and then you rinse
I am no king, I am no prince
Pull back your boys, retract your girls
I am the worst in the world
calling back to The Man with “I just wanna be a man” over and over again – “maybe I don’t care about the fame and fortune anymore, maybe I just want to be human”. Which leads to:
Though I love to rule in Hell here
How I miss the taste of Heaven, its soft and cool embrace
If I were a big boy I wouldn't cry
But since I'm not a big boy
I'll have to close my eyes and picture what it's like
These tears are real - I'm jealousy
I'm spite and hate, to the core, I'm mean
I'm nearly human
Look at me, I'm almost a human being
I'm just like you, better than He
To Hell with they, I'm almost me
I'm nearly human
Pity me, I'm almost a human being
a classic flip-flop emotions song, ending with “don’t touch me / touch me” back and forth, over and over
a different sort of flip-flop song, ending in the opposite vein. "Actually, fuck everyone."
I'm loaded like the dice, still I bet I'm 'bout to Yahtzee
I need one valid reason not to end it all (Chemicals!)
That's a good point, to piggyback, where are my edibles?
Mommy's medicine, I'm a congenital bitch
I'm sick of myself, I'm sicker than hell, it goes
I'm an anxious avoidant attention whore
But I'll be so cringe before I'll ever be boring
I'll be so fringe, yeah, I'll be so unimportant
I'm so unimportant; I hate my whole wardrobe, but my body more, so
I need the type of therapy you gotta pay for out of pocket (Clock it)
I'm never in my bag, I'm in that pocket (Locked in)
Certain I've got toxins causing my brain to rot and my life to be so exhausting
Meanwhile, I turn my throat to an exhaust pipe
Meanwhile, I take the bait, I rage until I'm cross-eyed
Meanwhile, I'm gagging on an apple, like I'm hogtied
I'm boiling in a deep-fryer, tryna win a cockfight
Shut the fuck up, bitch, I'll win that shit too
Top off this ten-piece, like cock-doodle-doo
Flip off my enemies like, what's it to you?
They all say it's the end; not with that attitude!
I do it cause my personality is bad vibes
I don't like myself and I don't like you either
Cypher with all of my selves; I'm the preacher and the choir
For Christ's sake, every single one of you sounds tired
Take five! The fire under your ass is getting fired!
Whatever goofy motherfucker's gassing you is lying!
No, I'm not doing well, I'm not looking good; if I'm just being honest
I got one foot in the grave and I got one in the comments
I got a devil on my shoulder, in my details, in my commas
Mic chеck, think I got a jacked up preset
Been feeling mysеlf start to regress
All I want to be is decent, yeah, I need a pick-me-up
no particular lyrics stick out for this song – I like it for the hard vibe shift back to “it’s all fine, actually” and the new day / dawn motif, as if everything preceding it was one long bad night of questioning life, identity, etc. Pop a pill and every doubt and fear goes away. For now...