Lyricist : Dustin Pfaff

Composer : Dustin Pfaff

director: OK, quiet on set everyone!

director: To rap battle intro

staff: OK, got it

director: Cut to Truman title card

director: Three, two, one

staff: Truman title card

*Truman Burbank*

director: Brilliant, cut to Red guy title card

*?*

Red Guy: That's not my name

director: Uh... action!

Red Guy:

Who's this guy? The man with the odd face

I would really prefer for you to get lost mate

Oh it's Carrey as the only character he ever plays

wow, even my voice has better range

Put me on your boring channel and I'll score some interest

He was born an actor spoiled brat: adored and still he left

They pulled the plug because a life that's more secure: he did reject

To be the loser who got canceled way before the internet

Maybe swap your batteries

It isn't just your set where the light are out

wow really what a tragedy

How you were driven mad with your wife around

Anyway, as a dad I'm glad to see

We're all celebrating father's day right 'bout now

Oh wait let's check your Dad's ID

ID: "Hey,I think he might've drowned"

Truman Burbank:

Good morning!

Oh, and in case I don't see ya:

Then good, that'd be greatly ideal

Can your Eldritch horror wait until tomorrow?

Not doing that is my favorite idea

Here's to hoping that you get a visit from a singing dental floss

Because those canines look more rabid than my neighbor's dog!

And I'm afraid you're wrong, my Dad is more alive

Than that dummy for a brother and that duck 'for the wife'?

Ripping through you like a magazine

No sweet talk, I ain't a fax machine

Honey, I had the saddest dream:

Where not so little red riding rug tried on some tacky jeans

With your dark creepy theming you managed to reel in

An audience younger than even sesame street's is

So be more discreet when you're speaking about canceled TV, kid

Your first pilot was so egregious that it couldn't be greenlit

Uh? here's something you can put in that pad

There's not a single creative in that colorful cast

The internet's done with the fad of you lousy ****in' pastas

They cleared their heads of this browser cookie monster

The disc:

Yo, here is how you too can rap

Here is how you rap; first all, you rhyme

And you raise the roof, and you stay on beat

And you sub to the Freshy Kanal patreon

Yellow Guy: This is how you rap! I did it!

Duck: That's not rapping

Yellow Guy: It is.

Duck:

No, it isn't.

See? I tried to rap like this disc insisted

And now there's gifts everywhere and he's ruined Christmas

Yellow Guy: the roof didn't elevate it didn't move or budge

Red Guy: Stop trying to raise it and give it up

Yellow Guy: like Truman's mum

Duck:

maybe you would like that musical advise

As the one human in your life who's not used to having lines

Red Guy:

Ask that guy in the mirror to come here and explain to ya

You're not stuck in Trumania

you're stuck in true MANIA!

Now I'm walking out don't try to hold me hostage

Cause I'm the top dog

Yellow Guy:

He's Grolton, you're Hovris!

staffs:

We should probably do something

Truman seems keen to leave...

He's more likely to get to Clayhill than Fiji, please

Uh, hang on, change frequencies-

Truman Burbank:

Seems they shut it off

like they did to your show when the Queen deceased

Not sure if this is the right time or place for debating this

I feel like a beast is watching as we're stuck here entertaning him

Nah, just kidding

if only someone were taping this

So you could see the looks on the hands they

...puppet your faces with!

Is that the best you can do?

What did I expect from an exec in a suit?

I don't mean the red guy, nah

I mean a separate buffon

I'm directly addressing this message to you

staff: Uh, sir, now wha-

director: Uh, get it go, get it go, cut outro