Detention vs. Basement

Lyrics

Intro
Alarm blaring, crowd chanting
Class… is in session
House… is in lockdown

Chorus
Make it a rave room
Doors locked, can’t save you (hey!)
Techno in the playroom
Phonk in the grade school
Teacher vs. creep on the same tune
Two freaks rage on the same tomb
Baldi in your face, that’s a bad mood
Neighbor in the dark with an attitude

Verse 1 – Baldi
Welcome to my classroom
Tiny lil’ trash room
Seven wrong answers?
That’s a bloodbath, boom
I’m that ruler-crack swing, tšk on your wrist
Every notebook missed, whole map on my list
You can hide in the broom closet, pray for a bell
But the hall pass fake, that’s a straight run to hell

I got a sock puppet homie in the vent, that’s facts
Got a bully in the hallway, eatin’ up your snacks
Principal snitchin’ every step that you take
“No running in the halls” while your lungs just shake
I’m a math god, mad odd, chalk dust, red mist
You’re a nosy lil’ landlord with a basement twist
Try to peek in my faculty, you’ll fade in a flash
I erase whole bitches like a line on a pad

Verse 2 – Neighbor
(Shhh…) keep it down, kid
Porch light, grin wide, that’s big sin, mid
You’re a budget-ass prof with a cheap green fit
I bury secrets in the floorboards, you just grade shit
Got the cameras on corners and the bear traps armed
You just stalk middle-schoolers, I’m the full-blown harm
I been throwin’ chairs, bustin’ windows, sprintin’ upstairs
You been scribblin’ in a notebook, breath smell of despair

Basement is a brain maze, trauma in the drywall
Children in the cage of my memory, that’s my fall
You chase kids for fractions, I chase down fear
You’re a bad dream teacher, I’m a goddamn smear
On the psyche, nightly, thunder in my skull
You’re a lesson they forget; I’m the terror that’s full
So chill, chalk boy, stay in your lane
I hide whole lives, you just play dumb games

Chorus
Make it a rave room
Doors locked, can’t save you (woo!)
Techno in the playroom
Phonk in the grade school
Teacher vs. creep on the same tune
Two freaks rage on the same tomb
Baldi in your face, that’s a bad mood
Neighbor in the dark with an attitude

Verse 3 – Baldi
Oh, we talkin’ trauma?
Let me sharpen this drama
You got lore in your floor but I got hell in my halls
Every kid that steps in, hears my footsteps crawl
I’m that 2D demon with a dead-eye stare
You’re a coward in a sweater, scared of your own stairs
I got Playtime swingin’ ropes, chantin’ that chant
Five jumps in a row, panic, you can’t
Gotta answer those problems with the sweat on your back
Then the numbers go glitch, whole screen turns black

When the music gets weird and the sound all corrupt
That’s me breakin’ out the code just to fuck you up
I’m the lesson that the engine never meant to spawn
You’re a mid stealth puzzle, I’m a cursed icon
Say “Problem One” and they piss in their seat
You say “Hello neighbor” and they alt+F4, delete

Verse 4 – Neighbor
Kid, listen
I’m the shadow in your kitchen
I’m the coffee cup clink when your hands start twitchin’
You’re a damn parody, meme bait, chalkboard clown
I’m the quiet kind of horror that just drags you down
Act One, Act Two, watch the world fold in
Dream sequences stacked, neighbors all twins
The road bends wrong, sky tilt, sun won’t sit
You’re a cheap jumpscare