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🎪 Official Lyric Video for "Cirque du Diss: The Redhead Files" by Redhead397. A circus-core diss track with fast bars, mockery, and redhead fire. "You made me the clown — now I headline the show." This track flips bullying into art — circus drums, lyrical chaos, and razor-sharp penmanship. If you like fast flow, wordplay, and unfiltered truth, welcome inside the tent. 🎧 Listen • Stream: Spotify: Apple Music: Deezer: YouTube Music: Tidal: Full experience here: https://linktr.ee/Redhead397 🟥 More music coming soon — The Witch & The Clown Era begins. Subscribe and ring the bell 🔔 Lyrics: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Cirque du Diss Where freaks get famous and haters get flamed You mocked the red, now we mock you back. These are The redhead files and I'm your fire breather host Let the humiliation... begin They called me "fire crotch," I call it ignition Now your whole squad's smokin' from the verbal attrition Said I look like a matchstick? Strike me, bitch — I burn brighter than your whole family pitch You threw hands in school? I throw bars in return Every knuckle you cracked, now a bridge I burn Got roasted for hair — now I roast whole scenes While your punchlines limp like Halloween fiends You said "soulless"? That's cute — I'm an inferno spirit Spit heat so raw, hell itself fears it Mocked the flame? Now you choke on soot And I clown all your cliques with a steel-toe foot You tried to erase me with shame and slurs Now I tag your name on tombstones in verses that blur You threw me in the ring? I own the damn tent This ain't trauma — it's a lyrical event Laugh now, bitch — I'm the curtain call Turn insults to ash and watch bullies fall Said I was weak? I weaponized pain Now I'm sellin' out flames in a redhead name Welcome to the circus — where your pride gets slapped I spit acrobat bars that collapse your act You mocked the freak? Now the freak's your god A ginger on drill? That's a damn facade — I'm war "Kick a ginger day"? I remember each fate Now I juggle your egos with zero grace Said "extinct"? Nah, bitch, I'm rare and violent You mid-grade mayo with that diet of silence "Fire-head"? Yeah, and the flames got teeth Eat your whole crew like clownfish reef You toss shade from your phone and your MAGA recliner But I show up in person — verbal headliner Fake tan, tribal tat, and an "alpha" podcast You a 4chan cleric with a trauma-broadcast You fetish the flame then flinch at heat? Get your bitch-ass back to them incel tweets Y'all wanna mock red? Then match the glow I'm pale as fuck but my pen game snow You came with jokes, now I come with facts — Your chick says, "I never came 'til I tried redbacks" (Facts) Come laugh at the freak, come toss your stones But I built my throne outta broken bones Said I'd fold? I flipped that script Now I walk in flames while your ego slips Painted my pain in circus hues Now y'all get clowned with a front-row view Mocked my roots? They grew into whips — I crack 'em with rhymes that split your lips You carved names in my locker Now I carve 'em in this beat You swung fists for laughs Now I swing syllables till your lineage bleeds Every bruise became a bar Every scar, a script This circus don't forgive — It turns trauma into hits You prayed I'd snap? I did — now it's fatal Every bar a guillotine, every rhyme unstable You laughed in packs — now your clique's in ruins And I ride solo, but my bars do the bruisin' Redhead rage with a metronome tick Snappin' on beats like a carnival trick Mocked my fire? Now it strangles your dreams I'm a freak with a lyrical mind and a guillotine team You hate what you can't outshine — so you diss I hate what's fake — so I burn your whole list You call it "just jokes"? I call it abuse Now I spin it to art and tighten the noose Steel bats in the ring, no rubber props Every line's a slap that your jawbone drops You made me the punchline — now I punch back harder Bitch, I etch your name in a clown-shaped coffin Go 'head, mock my name, I'll flip that flame Turn shame to fame in a redhead lane I'm the freak you feared, the soul you missed I'm every joke you told — with a razor twist Spit fire on a tightrope beat, no net Every fall you prayed for? I cash that bet I'm the eye of the storm, the snap in the snapback This ain't rap — it's a revenge soundtrack You turned me into a target Now I'm your executioner with a pen (This ain't closure — it's a fuckin' consequence) I'm not the clown I'm the coffin nail And you? You're just background noise in my victory lap

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