Dirty Halo

[Intro] *(Dry funky clap groove, woodblock percussion with swing. Cheeky spoken vocal:)* "Won’t be possible. Unless you f***t dirty… and dance pretty." [Verse 1] Clap your hands, shake that sin, Halo’s bent, let the wobble begin. Woodblock swing, bassline’s tight, Filtered growl in the neon light. Modular twitch, two notes that bite, Tension rising, snare rolls ignite. *(Chopped vocal loop: "F***t dirty, dance pretty")* [Build] Risers climb, pitch the snares, Whispers twist through the midnight air. "Won’t be possible!" (Echoed chant), Kazoo blasts, chaos plant. [Drop] *(Wobble bass slaps, sub pulses thrum—)* F***t dirty! (Pitched vocal: "Get low!") Dance pretty! (Cowbells clash, rimshots glow.) Tape stops, boing! Laughter reversed, K**k ducks, sidechain bursts. "Won’t be possible!" (Glitch the script), Rimshots skip, the halo’s slipped. [Breakdown] *(Stripped groove: k**k and bassline crawl. Dry spoken vocal:)* "One more time…" (Silence breaks, crowd gasps), Claps creep back, the tension snaps. [Build 2] *(Stacked chants, kazoo stings—)* "Get low!" (Risers scream, synth wings), Brass stabs s**b, chaos sings. [Final Drop] Halo’s gone, bassline’s rude, Vocal chops in a popcorn mood. "F***t dirty!" (Rimshot parade), Woodblock riots in the fade. [Outro] *(Bassline + claps loop, DJ tool swing. Crowd chant lingers.)*