Lose a Wheel

Roaring baritone male MC, 94 BPM rap-rock, slamming kick and snare, overdriven drop-D guitar riff, grinding bass guitar, roaring baritone bars, shouted hooks, ‑indie, ‑soft, ‑gentle, ‑sleepy, ‑lullaby, ‑whisper, ‑industrial, ‑trap hi-hat rolls, ‑drill, ‑choir, ‑gang shouts, ‑crowd chants, ‑Soft Fire, ‑lo-fi, ‑brass, ‑ballad, ‑piano, ‑organ, ‑keyboards, ‑metal, ‑slide guitar, ‑808, ‑cowbell, ‑punk, ‑country, ‑twang, ‑opera, ‑gospel, ‑funk, ‑ska, ‑horror, ‑Halloween, ‑generic rap voice, ‑crooning, ‑crooner, ‑breathy, ‑talk-sing, ‑hushed, ‑legato, ‑silky, ‑smooth, ‑half-spoken, ‑close-mic, ‑spoken, ‑spoken word, ‑mumble, ‑mumble rap, ‑whispered, ‑laid-back, ‑low-energy, ‑thin vocal, ‑auto-tune, ‑dubstep, ‑EDM drop, ‑R&B, ‑emo, ‑reggaeton, ‑dancehall, ‑strings, ‑warm mid-range male vocal, ‑female vocals

[Verse 1: Roaring baritone male MC, roaring, hard on the downbeat]
Scrapyard bus with the benches all gone
Route forty-one, still got the stop arm on
Me and my cousins with a welder and a cooler
Six-foot tires off a farm sale in Tula
Twelve hundred horses where the kids used to sit
Painted on the side, ride at your own risk
Pit crews laughing at the cheese bus build
Said the only thing it's hauling is a hospital bill
Laugh it up, put it on your phone
Tonight the cheese bus driving all of y'all home

[Verse 2: Roaring baritone male MC, roaring, faster and rougher]
Gate goes up and the floodlights blind
Seventeen trucks and the bus is last in line
First ramp, whole bus hanging in the air
Land so hard that it shook the folding chairs
Second ramp, front end pointing at the moon
Back tires spinning like a hornet in a room
Last ramp, tallest one they ever stacked
Hit it doing fifty and I ain't looking back

[Bridge: Roaring baritone male MC, rev-up riff, the guitar climbs in pitch like a revving motor, bar after bar]
Snap, front left gone, it's bouncing up the stands
Section nine, empty seats, not a single fan
Three on the ground and the bus leaning wrong
Judges reaching for the flag, I said hold on
Foot to the floor and the motor gives a roar
Three wheels left, that's plenty, give me more

[Verse 3: Roaring baritone male MC, roaring, all the way up]
Pop it on the back two, wheelie down the dirt
Front end dragging sparks like a welder at work
Spin it on the corner where the wheel came off
Donut so wide that the paint start to cough
Crowd counting down like the clock's on fire
Bus still standing on three tires and a wire
Horn goes off and the scoreboard flips
Top score lit for the bus that they called a trip
Cousins on the hood in a cloud of black smoke
Who's laughing now at the cheese bus joke

[Final Hook: Roaring baritone male MC, full chest, shouted, band slams back]
Lose a wheel, keep the throttle down
Yellow bus on monster tires, loudest thing in town
Mud in my teeth and the lug nuts loose
Lose a wheel and I'm still coming through

[Outro: Roaring baritone male MC, laughing, guitar feedback rings out and fades]
Somebody go and find my wheel
Section nine, you keep it, that one's yours

[End]

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[Hook: Roaring baritone male MC, full chest, shouted] Lose a wheel, keep the throttle down Yellow bus on monster tires, loudest thing in town Mud in my teeth and the lug nuts loose Lose a wheel and I'm still coming through [Verse 1: Roaring baritone male MC, roaring, hard on the downbeat] Scrapyard bus with the benches all gone Route forty-one, still got the stop arm on Me and my cousins with a welder and a cooler Six-foot tires off a farm sale in Tula Twelve hundred horses where the kids used to sit Painted on the side, ride at your own risk Pit crews laughing at the cheese bus build Said the only thing it's hauling is a hospital bill Laugh it up, put it on your phone Tonight the cheese bus driving all of y'all home [Hook: Roaring baritone male MC, full chest, shouted] Lose a wheel, keep the throttle down Yellow bus on monster tires, loudest thing in town Mud in my teeth and the lug nuts loose Lose a wheel and I'm still coming through [Verse 2: Roaring baritone male MC, roaring, faster and rougher] Gate goes up and the floodlights blind Seventeen trucks and the bus is last in line First ramp, whole bus hanging in the air Land so hard that it shook the folding chairs Second ramp, front end pointing at the moon Back tires spinning like a hornet in a room Last ramp, tallest one they ever stacked Hit it doing fifty and I ain't looking back [Bridge: Roaring baritone male MC, rev-up riff, the guitar climbs in pitch like a revving motor, bar after bar] Snap, front left gone, it's bouncing up the stands Section nine, empty seats, not a single fan Three on the ground and the bus leaning wrong Judges reaching for the flag, I said hold on Foot to the floor and the motor gives a roar Three wheels left, that's plenty, give me more [Verse 3: Roaring baritone male MC, roaring, all the way up] Pop it on the back two, wheelie down the dirt Front end dragging sparks like a welder at work Spin it on the corner where the wheel came off Donut so wide that the paint start to cough Crowd counting down like the clock's on fire Bus still standing on three tires and a wire Horn goes off and the scoreboard flips Top score lit for the bus that they called a trip Cousins on the hood in a cloud of black smoke Who's laughing now at the cheese bus joke [Final Hook: Roaring baritone male MC, full chest, shouted, band slams back] Lose a wheel, keep the throttle down Yellow bus on monster tires, loudest thing in town Mud in my teeth and the lug nuts loose Lose a wheel and I'm still coming through [Outro: Roaring baritone male MC, laughing, guitar feedback rings out and fades] Somebody go and find my wheel Section nine, you keep it, that one's yours [End]

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