

Prompt / Lyrics
0š§ [Intro ā somber choir + cosmic whispers] š āBanished from Heaven after clapping the Creator, he now drifts in the aftermath of divine bust⦠...and from that nut, seven heirs rose. Each thicc. Each unstable. Each⦠ready to destroy all that jiggles.ā š¼ Voice echo: āThe Holy One busted once... and birthed seven queens of chaos.ā š¤ [Verse 1 ā rising tension, orchestral trap beat] Iām floatinā in a void ā robe still stained, Godās spine snapped, I aināt explaininā that again. Seven realms formed from my divine clappinā, Now each heirās thicc and war is happeninā. One rides dragons, her boobs breathe fire, Another controls cake through forbidden desire. The twins from Lustrealm keep makinā clones, Now Iām out here dodginā my own hormones. šļø I nutted so hard I created a caste, Now they want my crown and my holy ass. š¤ [Pre-Chorus ā layered harmony, multiverse distortion FX] šµ Seven waifus, one throne to jiggle, Scrolls all soaked in post-bust scribble. They fight for cheeks, they fight for me, While I hide in a void, too drained to pee. š„ [Chorus ā thunderclap beat drop, gospel choir chants] CLAPFINITY! ā The realms are at war, Each thicc queen wants the Holy Core. Theyāre armed with hips, spells, and sass, And Iām still sore from Godās divine⦠ahem⦠blast. š³ HOLY ONE! ā OUT OF JUICE! Trapped in space with interrealm truce. One wrong bounce could end the beat, Seven heirs fight where dimensions meet. š¤ [Verse 2 ā fast flow, anime battle energy] Thighland burns, Bootyreach froze, The Cakefront cracked from bounce overload. I tried to step in ā said āCanāt we chill?ā But they summoned an army with titty skill. One threw moons, one twerked tectonics, Even Truck-kun swerved to avoid the chronic. A multiverse full of my thick mistakes, Guess you shouldnāt bust for world-buildingās sake. š They all shout āFather! Master! King!ā But Iām outta lotion, I canāt feel a thing. šµāš« š¤ [Bridge ā soft strings, war drums rise under spoken word] šµ Seven queens. One throne. No nut left in the sacred bone. They fight for cheeks, for pride, for cake⦠While I pray my back donāt fully break. š šļø OP Nerd (whispered): "I'm not a God⦠I just clapped like one." š [Final Chorus ā explosive climax, multiversal breakdown FX] CLAPFINITY! ā THE FINAL ROUND! The thiccest war shakes sacred ground. Each waifu armed with bounce divine, One wrong squeeze⦠and end of time. HOLY ONE! ā LOST IN THIGHS! Screaminā āBaka~ā as the planet cries. The heirs collapse, dimensions split⦠All from one nut. Aināt that some shāš„ š§» [Outro ā fading choir + ticking metronome] š āAnd so the Holy One watched⦠ā¦as his seven heirs plunged the realms into creamy chaos. He clapped God⦠ā¦and now God claps back⦠...through daughters.ā š£ āWill he stop the Bounce Wars? Or bust again⦠and break reality twice?ā
Tags
rap, pop, Doom metal, progressive metal, choir, hyms
3:48
No
7/5/2025