Zombolos (Cover)

Dark carnival rap, insane clown rap, creepy laughing, organ melody, circus music, distorted bass, various voices

/* Hook */
/* Instrumental: Bouncy, chaotic beat with eerie carnival organ */
Zombalos, Zombalos, rollin’ with the dead,
Faces painted, ridin’ bikes, blood so red.
We hunt the livin’, chop ‘em with the hatches,
If you’re still breathin’, we got you in our matches.
Zombalos, Zombalos, we don’t give a damn,
Clown crackhead, got an axe in my hand.

/* Verse 2 */
/* Instrumental: Frantic drums with distorted synths */
Rollin’ through the ‘hood, got my crew on deck,
Juggalos, Zombalos, breakin' every neck.
Bikes screechin’, cars cruisin’ slow,
Lookin' for survivors, but they already know.
Hatchets flyin’, limbs hit the ground,
Laughin’ like crazy, hear that wicked sound.
Ain’t nobody safe when we come rollin' through,
Zombalos and clowns, we’ll make you a stew.

/* Hook */
/* Instrumental: Offbeat carnival organ with heavy bass drops */
Zombalos, Zombalos, rollin’ with the dead,
Faces painted, ridin’ bikes, blood so red.
We hunt the livin’, chop ‘em with the hatches,
If you’re still breathin’, we got you in our matches.
Zombalos, Zombalos, we don’t give a damn,
Clown crackhead, got an axe in my hand.

/* Bridge */
/* Instrumental: Slow build with eerie carnival music */
Got a crack pipe in one hand, hatchet in the other,
Watch the Zombalos tear apart your brother.
You can run, but we’ll hunt you down,
Crackhead clown, king of the undead town.
You ain’t seen madness till you’ve seen this crew,
We’ll paint your face and make you one of us too.

/* Outro */
/* Instrumental: Chaotic sounds with wild synths and deranged laughter */
Zombalos, Zombalos, the dead come alive,
In this twisted world, none of y’all survive.
We’ll turn you into one, and then you’ll see,
With my Juggalos, it’s insanity, baby.
Ridin’ bikes, slashin’ throats, just for kicks,
Zombalos, baby, we the dead clown clique.

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/* Verse 1 */ /* Instrumental: Glitchy beat with distorted bass and creepy organ melody Maniacal clown laughs*/ Woke up to some chick stumblin’ next to my house, Eyes all glazed, blood drippin' from her mouth. Ain’t freakin’ out, nah, I crack a smile wide, “Juggalos, let’s ride—this zombie’s on our side!” Got the paint, got the chains, now she’s one of us, Turned that dead bitch into a Zombalo, trust. We paint her face, spray cans hissin’ in the night, Now she’s ready to roll, ready to fight. /* Hook */ /* Instrumental: Bouncy, chaotic beat with eerie carnival organ */ Zombalos, Zombalos, rollin’ with the dead, Faces painted, ridin’ bikes, blood so red. We hunt the livin’, chop ‘em with the hatches, If you’re still breathin’, we got you in our matches. Zombalos, Zombalos, we don’t give a damn, Clown crackhead, got an axe in my hand. /* Verse 2 */ /* Instrumental: Frantic drums with distorted synths */ Rollin’ through the ‘hood, got my crew on deck, Juggalos, Zombalos, breakin' every neck. Bikes screechin’, cars cruisin’ slow, Lookin' for survivors, but they already know. Hatchets flyin’, limbs hit the ground, Laughin’ like crazy, hear that wicked sound. Ain’t nobody safe when we come rollin' through, Zombalos and clowns, we’ll make you a stew. /* Hook */ /* Instrumental: Offbeat carnival organ with heavy bass drops */ Zombalos, Zombalos, rollin’ with the dead, Faces painted, ridin’ bikes, blood so red. We hunt the livin’, chop ‘em with the hatches, If you’re still breathin’, we got you in our matches. Zombalos, Zombalos, we don’t give a damn, Clown crackhead, got an axe in my hand. /* Bridge */ /* Instrumental: Slow build with eerie carnival music */ Got a crack pipe in one hand, hatchet in the other, Watch the Zombalos tear apart your brother. You can run, but we’ll hunt you down, Crackhead clown, king of the undead town. You ain’t seen madness till you’ve seen this crew, We’ll paint your face and make you one of us too. /* Outro */ /* Instrumental: Chaotic sounds with wild synths and deranged laughter */ Zombalos, Zombalos, the dead come alive, In this twisted world, none of y’all survive. We’ll turn you into one, and then you’ll see, With my Juggalos, it’s insanity, baby. Ridin’ bikes, slashin’ throats, just for kicks, Zombalos, baby, we the dead clown clique.

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