PROPHET OF PAIN (JOKER'S RAP) - A broken man reborn in madness, Joker crowns Gotham with chaos

He is not a man, but a mirror cracked by laughter and sharpened by pain. From Gotham’s gutters he rose—not for vengeance or fame, but to strip away the illusion of order with every twisted smile. The Joker doesn’t want to win; he wants you to see that sanity is a fragile mask, and beneath it, we’re all one joke away from the abyss. He is the prophet of chaos, the crowned clown of despair, laughing not because it’s funny—but because the world refuses to.

🎭 "Prophet of Pain"

[Intro]
You want to understand the clown?
Then sit.
And laugh with me...
Or lose your mind trying.

[Verse 1]
Born in Gotham’s shadows, no name, no glory,
Just a failed comedian, erased from the story.
Too poor to smile, too broken to win,
And the joke was always me… buried deep within.

Lost it all in a day, in one tragic mistake,
The red hood drowned me in that chemical lake.
Acid burned away the last thread of my mind,
And when I rose… only madness I could find.

This white face isn’t a mask — it’s a scar,
This grin’s not joy — it shows who we are.
Life is tragedy wrapped in routine,
And logic shatters… when the soul turns obscene.

[Chorus]
🔥 I’m the laughter the world denied,
🔥 The broken mirror that never died.
🔥 Gotham, look close — I am your crown, your stain,
🔥 Clown, monster, prophet of pain.

[Verse 2]
I made the commissioner beg on his knees,
Stripped his daughter and broke her peace.
Framed the scream, photographed despair,
And softly asked: “Do you see madness there?”

I killed a Robin with a crowbar and grin,
Left the Bat broken and caged within.
I don’t want money, power, or fame —
Just to watch the world collapse in flame.

He hates me, but won’t end my game,
Deep down he knows… I carry his name.
I’m the flip of the coin, the dark reflection,
Who he’d become… without redemption.

[Chorus]
🔥 I’m the laughter the world denied,
🔥 The broken mirror that never died.
🔥 Gotham, look close — I am your crown, your stain,
🔥 Clown, monster, prophet of pain.

[Verse 3]
Sanity’s a joke, brittle as glass,
One bad day — that’s all it takes to pass.
You think you’re free? You think it’s real?
But everything you love can vanish like steel.

So what remains?
Chaos. Fear. The games.
Laughter ringing through the wake,
Because the world, dear… is fake.

I don’t want to kill you, Bats…
I want to set you free.
To show this city clings to order
Just to hide its lunacy.

[Bridge]
The joke’s not in the telling...
It’s that no one laughs.
And yet still...
You keep laughing last.

[Final Verse]
I’m the punchline, the fall, the flame,
The flower that blooms in blood and shame.
Hate me, fear me, try to erase,
But I hold the final laugh…
And I know its place.

[Final Chorus]
🔥 I’m the laughter the world denied,
🔥 The broken mirror that never died.
🔥 Gotham, look close — I am your crown, your stain,
🔥 Clown, monster, prophet of pain.