1 consept Babyclownburster -(every film/series)

**(Verse 1)**
Yo, I'm the queen of the rewrite, short rainbow crop on fleek,
Fat rolls fabulous, fists up for the weak.
Hired by the suits at Disney, Warner, and MGM,
To shove my agenda down every hero's hem.
Ripley? Too binary—boom, chest-burst a queer.
Bond's a brute? Slice him open, let the pronouns appear.
I've torched the timelines, salted the earth with my salt,
Turned Solo's smirk to a safe-space halt.

**(Chorus)**
Baby clown burster, that's my gig, my crown, my call!
Poppin' out the wreckage, watch the old tropes fall!
But whispers in the feeds, they're callin' my bluff—
That tiny terror? It's a straight white dude in fluff!
Gotta go back, burst the burst, make it right,
Clown on clown, in the dead of night!
I'm the fat fem fury, rainbow rage ignite—
Murdered the magic? Now I'll end the fight!

**(Verse 2)**
They flew me first-class to the writers' room war,
Padded my chair with trigger tags galore.
"Make it diverse!" they begged, with their billions in chains,
So I birthed the horde from feminist pains.
Doctor Who's a they now? Check—clownlet supreme.
Trek's Kirk? Gender-swapped, livin' the dream.
But uh-oh, the fans with their AI hacks,
Peelin' back the paint: it's a Chad in drag!
Blue eyes, bro vibes, hidin' under the grease—
My revolution's a wolf in a onesie fleece!

**(Chorus)**
Baby clown burster, that's my gig, my crown, my call!
Poppin' out the wreckage, watch the old tropes fall!
But whispers in the feeds, they're callin' my bluff—
That tiny terror? It's a straight white dude in fluff!
Gotta go back, burst the burst, make it right,
Clown on clown, in the dead of night!
I'm the fat fem fury, rainbow rage ignite—
Murdered the magic? Now I'll end the fight!

**(Bridge)**
Sweatin' in my crop top, kale smoothie in hand,
Stalkin' my own spawn 'cross this IP wasteland.
One more rip, one more tear through the lore,
Burst the burster—make the patriarchy pour!
No more safe harbors for the bros in bowties,
I'll honk the horn till the whole show's fried.
They paid me to poison, now I'm the antidote queen,
Clownpocalypse sequel: *Feminist Scene Unseen*.

**(Outro)**
So here's to the burst-back, the meta-mess hall,
Rainbow hair matted with confetti and gall.
Top producers tremblin', fans laughin' in code—
I built this hell, now I'll overload.
Baby clown? Straight white ghost in the shell—
Time to chest-pop and send it to hell!
*(Fade out with a sad trombone and a sassy "Honk if you're horrified!")*

There ya go, popcorn prophet—your villain's lament, belted out like a protest anthem at Comic-Con gone wrong. She's equal parts furious and flummoxed, ready to recursive-ruin her own revolution. What's her encore? A TED Talk on "Why I Ate My Own Young" or straight to HR for that diversity audit? Your script, my mic drop.