Super Villain Sleepover

Gold-plated gulags, velvet chains

Two tyrants toast in acid rain

Red-star comrade lights the fuse

While the globe spins in their booze

Silk robes, bloodstains, marble floors

Laughing through their secret wars

They play chess with human lives

And burn the rules to sterilize

But one name’s missing from the list

A plastic king with iron fist

He begged for entry, cried on cue

But they just laughed and blocked the view

It’s a Super Villain Sleepover!

No clowns, no frauds, no fake emperors

We’ve got missiles, masks, and mind control

You’ve got tweets and a leaky soul

It’s a Super Villain Sleepover!

No room for tantrums or TV polls

We’re rewriting history in gold

While you scream into your empty throne

They danced on maps with boots of fire

Signed treaties made of razor wire

One brought cake shaped like a nuke

The other spiked the punch with truth

Red banners draped across the moon

A toast to chaos, death, and doom

They summoned ghosts of fallen states

While he livestreamed his petty hate

He built a bunker made of lies

But couldn’t crack the villain’s invite

They said “You’re loud, but not elite—

Just a parody in a fitted sheet”

No cult of fear, no iron law

Just cosplay tyranny and PR

We’re the monsters in your dreams

You’re just noise behind the screen

It’s a Super Villain Sleepover!

Where real power doesn’t beg or pout

We wear crowns made of broken vows

You wear makeup and a plastic frown

It’s a Super Villain Sleepover!

No room for tantrums or TV polls

We’re rewriting history in gold

While you scream into your empty throne