Dirty Club Weapon

[Intro] [Verse 1] K**k punches hard, hats snap tight, Donk stabs slice through the d**d of night. Tom fills rattle, cowbell bites, Chaos brews in the F minor light. [Build 1] Saw stacks scream, risers climb, Snare rolls crack, distorting time. Bass sweeps low, a growling grind, Laser FX flash, tension’s designed. [Drop 1] Wobble bass roars, donks detonate, Claps e*****e, sub-bass dominates. Snares whip air, hi-hats mutate, Dutch chaos reigns—pure club fate. [Break] Filtered stabs, percussion’s breath, Shuffled hats flirt with death. Cowbell whispers, tension’s thread, Groove stripped raw, no sound left d**d. [Drop 2] Bassline growls, dirtier than sin, Layered fills pull the crowd in. Crunchy sweeps, stereo spin, Club weapon strikes—let the chaos begin. [Outro]