Path 2 Madness

Titel: “Hit the Damn Note (Jimmy’s Freestyle Disaster)” [Pre-Intro: Spoken, politely] “Hey, uh, Jimmy? That last part was a little off. No worries, just stick to the groove, alright? Let’s go.” [Intro: Sung] Oh, the sun is shining, the sky so blue, I think of her, she’s my dream come true. Every little moment, every word she said, Stays with me, dancing in my head. [Spoken, slightly annoyed] “Jimmy! You’re dragging. Keep it tight!” [Sung: Verse 1] Oh, her steps are the rhythm that leads me on, Her laugh’s like a melody, a perfect song. The colors are brighter when she’s near, She’s my every joy, my every cheer. [Spoken, slightly annoyed] “Jimmy! You’re dragging again. C’mon, man, keep it tight!” When she’s near, the world stands still, Her touch is the warmth that breaks the chill. Her voice is a whisper that calms the air, And I feel alive, just knowing she’s there. [Spoken, irritated] “Jimmy! It’s not jazz! Stick to the chart!” [Sung: Hook] You’re the melody that fills my soul, The harmony that makes me whole. But when the rhythm breaks, I lose my ground, And I need that groove to keep you around. [Post-Hook: Spoken, escalating to rage] “Alright, that’s it. Forget the love song. Jimmy, this is about you now. I’m freestyling. Let’s go!” [Freestyle: Verse 2] (Smooth reggae beat continues) Jimmy, you’ve got one job, and you’re blowing it all, Your bassline stumbles like it’s ready to fall. One string, one note, just stick to the beat, But you’re playing like your hands are made of feet. I tried to sing sweet, I tried to be kind, But your playing’s so bad, it’s melting my mind. Jimmy, you’re dragging, you’re rushing, you’re lost, Your bass skills are bad – and that’s the cost. [Spoken, furiously correcting] “Jimmy! Stop! You’re not a free spirit. You’re not reinventing reggae! Play E and stay there!” [Hook: Bassist Diss] Oh, hit the damn note, keep the groove alive, Jimmy’s dragging us down – we’re barely alive. Hit the damn note, don’t make me scream, This song’s about survival, not some reggae dream! [Bridge: Full-on frustration] (A tense, slower groove with dramatic build-up) Jimmy, you’re the nightmare of every band, Your basslines crumble like castles in sand. I’d fire you now, but we’ve come this far, So I’ll just sing louder to hide how bad you are. [Spoken, exploding] “WHAT WAS THAT, JIMMY?! Did you just modulate into… what even was that? Did you just invent a new key? Stick to the damn rhythm before I lose my mind!” [Final Hook: Mean Diss] Oh, hit the damn note, you’re worse than bad, Your playing’s so messy, it’s driving me mad. Hit the damn note, stop wasting my time, Jimmy, your bass is the crime of all crimes! [Outro: Chaos and Meltdown] (The groove stumbles as the outro starts) Oh, we’re ending this song, let’s wrap it tight, But wait, Tony’s solo – that doesn’t sound right. [Spoken, completely losing it] “TONY! WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?! Now you’re off too? I can’t work like this! Forget it, I’m DONE.