Generate maximalist mutation trap English male vocal lyrics, BPM 105-190, with tempo-doubling/half-time switches every 4 bars. Core instrumentation: 808s warping into orchestral trumpet fanfares, Fibonacci-sequence hi-hats, clavichord riffs, erhu leads, baroque choir samples chopped into drum hits, bitcrushed marimbas, hurdy-gurdy drones. Key: G bebop dominant, vocals flip between guttural death metal growls and pitch-shifted chipmunk hooks seamlessly. Structure is layered with beat switches, fake drops, and fake fake drops. Lyrics theme centers on the unregulated underground market of enchanted closet space rental, blend trap slang, baroque wordplay and dry absurdist stand-up punchlines, carry the tone of triumphant anxiety, opulent nihilism and playful menace.
歌词
[Intro] [Verse] Leasing the shadow behind the coats Gilded the padlock, I’m cutting the throats Baroque on the budget, I’m selling the air Five hundred square feet of absolute despair My plug is a gargoyle in a velvet vest He’s hiding the keys in his hollowed-out chest I’m flipping the portal for three racks a week The drywall is crying, the floorboards all squeak [Hook] Rent the portal, pay the fee Nothing in this world is free In the closet, past the fur Everything is just a blur Rent the portal, pay the fee Nothing in this world is free In the closet, past the fur Everything is just a blur [Drop] (Fibonacci hi-hats accelerate) (Orchestral trumpets warp into 808s) (Fake Drop) (Wait for it) (Bitcrushed marimba explosion) [Verse] ERHU SCREAMING THROUGH THE BITCRUSHED MARIMBA FIBONACCI HATS LIKE A CALCULATED NINJA TRUMPET FANFARE FOR THE DEBT THAT I’M OWING HURDY-GURDY DRONE WHILE THE CHAOS IS GROWING I’m taxing the mothballs, I’m charging the dust My iron-clad contract is starting to rust I sold a dimension to a man in a suit He paid me in rubies and forbidden fruit [Pre-Chorus] Is it a closet or a tomb? I’m running out of leg room The chandelier is made of bone I’m king upon a plywood throne [Chorus] Opulent nihilism in the dark I’m hunting dragons in the park The lease is signed in golden ink I’m standing right upon the brink Opulent nihilism in the dark I’m hunting dragons in the park The lease is signed in golden ink I’m standing right upon the brink [Post-Chorus] (Chipmunk pitch-shift) It’s a bargain, it’s a steal Magic isn’t even real It’s a bargain, it’s a steal Magic isn’t even real [Breakdown] (Tempo switches to half-time) (Hurdy-gurdy drone intensifies) My realtor is a ghost with a gambling debt I haven't seen the sun but I'm having a set The tax on the magic is higher than gold I'm selling your childhood before it gets old Dry humor for the demons in the crawlspace I’m puttin’ Versace on a gargoyle’s face [Bridge] (Guttural death metal growls) CLAVICHORD RIFFS IN THE MIDDLE OF THE TRAP THE FABRIC OF REALITY IS STARTING TO SNAP I RENTED THE VOID TO A DUDE FROM THE MALL NOW THERE’S AN ABYSS IN THE HOLE IN THE WALL BLOOD ON THE HANGERS DEALS WITH THE STRANGERS [Build-up] (Tempo doubling every 4 bars) (Chopped baroque choir hits) (Fake Fake Drop) (Wait for it) [Chorus] Opulent nihilism in the dark I’m hunting dragons in the park The lease is signed in golden ink I’m standing right upon the brink Opulent nihilism in the dark I’m hunting dragons in the park The lease is signed in golden ink I’m standing right upon the brink [Hook] Rent the portal, pay the fee Nothing in this world is free In the closet, past the fur Everything is just a blur Rent the portal, pay the fee Nothing in this world is free In the closet, past the fur Everything is just a blur [Interlude] (Bitcrushed marimba solo) (Erhu lead wailing in G bebop dominant) [Verse] Square footage in the Narnia crack I’m never gonna give the security back I’m sub-letting silence to a screaming head I’m making a killing, I’m counting the dead The wardrobe is hungry, it eats all the keys I’m charging the shadows a management fee If you find a lion, just tell him to leave I got a few tricks up my embroidered sleeve [Outro]
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