Ignoramus Divine

V1 (gipsy jazz requiem version): tracks 1-2
[Intro]
Mm… look at him strut.
Gold watch, tin crown.
King of the mirrors…
Court jester of the lost and found.

[Verse 1]
He starves the children, blames the mother,
Sells his sins, then buys another.
Calls it “greatness,” calls it “fine,”
But baby, rot don’t age like wine.

Oh, he grins while the truth gets small,
Spray-tan halo, ready to fall.
Fake-saint swagger, velvet crime,
He’s my little Ignoramus Divine.

[Chorus]
Ignoramus Divine, you shine like fool’s gold,
Sweet-tongued serpent, your lies are cold.
You dance like a prophet, you preach like a mime,

Sing hallelujah to your own decline.
Ignoramus… Ignoramus Divine.

[Verse 2]
Diet Coke crown, fast-food faith,
Planet burns, you just tempt fate.
Silver spoon sermons, a lover’s fraud,
Kissing the mirror, calling it God.

Your empire’s trembling, your court’s on loan,
You built your kingdom out of styrofoam.
Every dollar’s just dust in time,
Oh, Ignoramus Divine.

[Bridge]
Orange glow in a crystal frame,
Whispered charm, a shady shame.
Crowds still cheer while truth unwinds,
The circus leaves the fool behind.

[Chorus]
Ignoramus Divine, with your gilded rage,
Sweet decay on the world’s last stage.
Dance while the ruins play their chime,
Sing hallelujah to your own decline.

Yeah… Ignoramus…
Ignoramus Divine.

[Outro]
Here’s to the jesters, the ghouls, the clowns,
To the empire falling without a sound.
The curtain drops, the lights resign,
Goodnight, Ignoramus Divine.

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V2: track 3-8
[Intro]
Goof on the stage, 
Mad clown is no sage,
Doofus likes ‘em cages, 
And tantrums and rages.

Junior likes gold, story retold,
Duck is a dick of old age.

[Verse 1]
Starve the kids, blame the mom, ruthless.
Call it one big beautiful bill, shameless
Dunce with ‘em straws made of plastic and lies,
Dickhead grins while democracy dies.

[Chorus]
Moron, imbecile, idiot fool,
Gold-sick ghoul breaking every rule.
Ignoramus bragging like he’s divine,
But the rapture’s coming, oh donnie, it’s time.

[Verse 2]
Simpleton tweets with Diet Coke and fries,
Tends to cheer when the planet cries.
Bankrupt racist felon on file,
Psycho high on denial’s smile.

[Bridge]
Orange twat with a spray-tan vein,
Gold-drunk king in a crypto chain.
Cringe crowds may chant, the cult may cheer,
But truth keeps knocking: duck doom is near.

[Chorus]
Moron, imbecile, idiot fool,
Gold-sick ghoul breaking every rule.
Ignoramus bragging like he’s divine,
But the rapture’s coming, oh donnie, it’s time.

[Outro]
Here’s to the ghouls, the dunces, the clowns,
Let us rewrite how the empire drowns…
Orange balloon, deflating fast,
Shady Ducky just cannot last…

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V3 (Rap Circus Version):
[Intro]
Yeah...
Step right up, step right up…
Watch the clown crown himself king of the corrupt...
Ayo... Ignoramus Divine, huh.

[Verse 1]
Goof on the stage, rage in a cage,
Fake sage tweetin’ out hate on a page.
Talk tough, but his backbone bend,
Got gold for days but no real friends.

Starve the kids, blame the mother,
Greed so cold, it don’t need cover.
“Beautiful bill,” yeah, liar deluxe,
He’s the type to sue God if heaven won’t cut the bucks.

[Beat drops harder]
Plastic straws, plastic souls,
Plastic crowns for the mind-control.
Dickhead grin, democracy dies,
Whole damn world see the truth in his eyes.

[Chorus]
Orange man with a spray-tan vein,
Crypto crown, paper chain.
Chants so loud, the cult might cheer,
But truth still whisperin’: “your end is near.”

[Bridge]
No halo, no grace,
Just a brand name face in a gold-plated case.
Every lie you told, engraved in time,
Signed sincerely: Ignoramus Divine.

[Chorus]
Moron, imbecile, idiot fool,
Gold-sick ghoul breakin’ every rule.
Ignoramus, think he’s divine,
But the rapture’s comin’, oh baby, it’s time.

Yeah, Ignoramus Divine...
Your greed’s your only shrine.

[Outro, cinematic fade]
Toast to the jesters, the ghouls, the clowns,
Watch the gold towers crumble down.
Orange balloon, deflatin’ fast,
History’s echo gon’ make it last.
Ignoramus Divine... the fall’s by design.