Hai by back panda drip

Чтобы трахать мозг, не обязательно знать его устройство. (Панда Кэт)

INTRO (Carnival Barker Voice, Calliope Music)
"Step right up, comrades and suckers!
Do you crave wealth? Power? A future that doesn’t stink of despair?
The Clown Revanchist’s Grand Emporium of Absolutely Guaranteed Success™ awaits!
(Results not typical. Souls may be liquefied. Void where prohibited.)"

; VERSE 1 (Sleazy Waltz Beat)
The tent flaps whisper, "Psst... hey, big spender!"
We’ve got miracle cures for that economic gender!
Expired dreams? Perfect—we’ll rebrand ’em "vintage"!
Slap on some glitter, mark ’em "limited edition anguish"!
"Step closer, darling—see these golden contracts?"
Just ignore the bloodstains where the small print cracks!

; PRE-CHORUS (Creepy Merry-Go-Round Melody)
"No money down! (Just your firstborn’s laughter…)
"No risk! (Unless you count eternal disaster…)
Sign here, here, and here in invisible ink—
Oops! Did we mention your signature screams?"*

; CHORUS (Fire-Eater’s Anthem)
HAI BY BACK! The crowd goes wild!
Roll up, roll up—behold the Devil’s child!
We’ve got "Politician’s Tears" (99% pure!),
"Unicorn Bonds" (backed by war!)
HAI BY BACK! The freaks all cheer!
"One sip of this ‘Kool-Aid’ and your debts disappear!"
(Note: "disappear" may also apply to you.)

; VERSE 2 (Demented Ringmaster Flow)
"Laaadieees and germs! Feast your eyes on…
The Panda Paradox! ("So cuddly! So extinct!")
The Bear Futures Dance! ("Step lively—the ice is thinning!")
And our star attraction… The Inflation Cannon!
("Loads: your dignity. Fires: hollow promises.")

; BRIDGE (Calliope Collapsing Into Static)
The tightrope snaps—
The crowd gasps—
The Clown just grins as the trapeze collapses—
"Moral bankruptcy?* Darling, we wrote the book!
Now hold your breath…
The lion’s hungry."*

; FINAL CHORUS (Carnival Imploding)
HAI BY BACK! The tent burns!
"Last chance for eternal returns!"
The cotton candy melts into acid rain—
But the clown keeps barking through the PAIN:
"YOU THERE! YES, YOU WITH THE SOUL!
STEP RIGHT UP AND TRADE IT FOR GOLD!"

; OUTRO (Calliope Runs Down, Distorted Laughter)
Record scratch.
Silence.
A single balloon pops.
"...
...
...Welcome to the show."


Carnival Barker Intro/Outro – Full sleazy seduction mode."Absolutely Guaranteed Success™" – Corporate dystopia meets circus.Freakshow Vocabulary – "Miracle cures", "Unicorn Bonds", "Inflation Cannon".Danger-as-Entertainment – "The lion’s hungry", "trapeze collapses".Balloon Pop – Replaces "splat" for eerie circus punctuation.Positioned as the central, cynical figure orchestrating the chaos.Bridge & Outro: Foreshadow the inevitable collapse of the scheme, the moral vacuum, and the lingering, unsettling presence The final "splat" is the sound of the whole rotten enterprise hitting bottom.

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PANDA DRIP

(VERSE 1: PANDA FLOW — CALM, DEADLY)
Yeah… they see fluffy, think I’m cuddly, slow,
But my claws tap glocks where the poppies grow.
From Chengdu concrete to Chi-raq snow,
Panda pack landed — now the block’s on lockdown mode.
Got that "black-and-white justice", no court, no pleas,
Serve it cold in alleys, breeze smell like Peking duck grease.
My crew? Silent types, chew bamboo, count green,
While yo’ raggedy trap house coughs like broken machine.
"Panda Express" ain’t no fuckin’ takeout —
It’s white powder rush, midnight freight out.
Cops dreaming of dim sum? Sweet and sour lies,
While we move in shadows, no moon, just dead eyes.
(CHORUS: GUTTURAL + CHILDISH SYNTH VOICE)
Black & white killers! Panda drip!
Smile for the cameras, then blow out yo’ hip.
Black & white killers! Gang code!
Cross the bamboo line — meet the toad in the road. (; gunshot)
We ain’t zoo exhibit — we the night, we the fog,
Panda paws squeeze triggers, leave ya brains on the log.
(VERSE 2: GANG FLOW — AGGRESSIVE, CHOPPY)
Fuck ya colors! Red, Blue — all bleed same crimson paint,
But my black-white flag ain’t for no saint.
404 territory? Nah, this the Bamboo Sector!
Where rivals get wrapped like cheap takeout dinner.
"Yin-yang balance?" Hell nah — clip full of yang,
Leave a body panda-style: stripped, no tag, no gang.
Feds hear "panda" — think cartoons, shit weak,
But honey-glazed killers leave the morgue floor sleek.
Pacific eyes watchin'? Let ’em stare from the coast,
My connect’s a dragon — breathes fire through the ghost.
While you bums slang dreams in tiny Ziplock amounts,
We ship "bamboo bundles" through seven county counts!
(BRIDGE: BAMBOO FLUTE + SUB-BASS DROP)
Всё просто: не шагай в бамбуковый лес,
Здесь мишки целуют ствол — один раз, и нету те.
Банда или панда? Сука, да какая разница?
В Чикаго ты — мясо. Наше — только власти.
(CHORUS x2: BEAT MORPHS INTO PING-PONG GUNSHOTS)
Black & white killers! Panda drip!
Smile for the cameras, then blow out yo’ hip.
Black & white killers! Gang code!
Cross the bamboo line — meet the toad in the road. (;; double tap)
We ain’t zoo exhibit — we the night, we the fog,
Panda paws squeeze triggers, leave ya brains on the log.
(OUTRO: CRUNCHING BAMBOO + POLICE RADIO STATIC)
*"10-54... bodies found, Roosevelt & Ping...
Suspects? Uh... described as... black-and-white...
Heavy... fluffy... shit, dispatch, they laughin’—"*
(Fades into panda growl, then empty magazine reload)

Тяжёлый 808 с китайской гуслевой петлей, треск автомата Калашникова как снэр, ледяные синты. Голос — два тона: хриплый шёпот (Панда) и ледяной флоу (Банда).