The Beverly killbillys ZEROXSTARLGHT COLLAB

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[Pre-Chorus: STARLIGHT & ZERO]
[Vocal: Alternating lines, then unison on last bar with a creepy clown laugh]
They ain't used to the grit, we allergic to the normies,
They ain't used to the glow, see the halos turn bloody. 
We brought the mountain magic and the hatchet to the 9-0-2-1-0. (BOTH)
[Chorus: Both]
[Production: Massive beat drop, full instrumentation with ICP clown horns and G-funk whistle]
[Vocal: Big, anthemic melodic trap hook, harmonized, whoop whoop ad-libs]
We the Beverly Hatchet Hillbillies, glowing in the dark, (BOTH)
Parked the UFO right in the trailer park full of juggalos. (BOTH)
Got the black gold dripping and the Faygo real heavy, (ZERO MENACING)
Me and STARLIGHT riding in a space-age hatchet Chevy. (BOTH)
Yeah, we're chilling on the porch with a cup of wicked tea, (BOTH)
Ain't nobody out here syncing quite like we, whoop whoop! (BOTH)
[Verse 2: ZERO & STARLIGHT]
[Vocal: Alternating double-time bars, aggressive but laid back with G-funk bounce and faint chainsaw sounds]
STARLIGHT got the boots with the silver hatchet spurs, 
Kickin' up stardust mixed with Seattle rain and dirt.
Everything I got, yeah I'm making it hers,
‘Cause my outlaw alien juggalette’s the one I serve.
She sipping on moonshine Faygo out a crystal skull glass, 
While the paparazzi flashing every time we pass with clown masks.
Got the holographic hounds barking out in the yard with severed heads, 
Outlaw aliens swiping black cards and invisible dreads. 
I'm an intergalactic boss, G-Funk in my veins with ICP twist, 
Put some sub-bass knocking on these country lanes full of mist. 
Ain't no Beverly Hills cop gonna slow our wicked roll,
Got that cosmic country rhythm and the hatchet in my soul.

[Chorus: Both]
[Production: Beat stays heavy with extra 808 slides and whoop whoop drops]
[Vocal: Big, anthemic melodic trap hook, harmonized]
We the Beverly Hatchet Hillbillies, glowing in the dark, (BOTH)
Parked the UFO right in the trailer park full of juggalos. (BOTH)
Got the black gold dripping and the Faygo real heavy, (ZERO MENACING)
Me and STARLIGHT riding in a space-age hatchet Chevy. (BOTH)
Yeah, we're chilling on the porch with a cup of wicked tea, (BOTH)
Ain't nobody out here syncing quite like we, whoop whoop! (BOTH)

[Bridge: STARLIGHT & ZERO]
[Production: Beat drops out entirely to just a strumming acoustic guitar, snapping trap snare, and distant carnival music]
[Vocal: Alternating soulful belts, then unison with a high creepy note]
They think we don't belong in this neighborhood,
But they don’t know that country space love still good with a hatchet twist.
Pour the neon whiskey Faygo, let the diamonds reflect blood red,
We came from the bottom, now we demand respect, juggalo fam.
(Vocal run hitting a high note with clown laugh)
Yeah, we command respect, whoop whoop! (BOTH)
[Verse 3: ZERO & STARLIGHT]
[Production: Beat drops back in harder than before. Heavy 808 slides and ICP-style screams]
[Vocal: Alternating G-Funk bounce, heavy swagger with skrrt ad-libs]
Yeah, rolling down Rodeo in a tractor beam painted like a carnival ride,
With my glow-girl STARLIGHT, cover of the Psychopathic magazine.
Gold chains over the flannel, buckshot in the gauge full of confetti and lead, 
Turning every mansion party to our personal wicked stage.
From the Washington pines to the Hollywood sign dripping Faygo,
ZERO and STARLIGHT, yeah, we perfectly aligned in the Dark Carnival flow. 
[Outro]
[Production: Fading banjo mixed with heavy 808s, clown horns, and spaceship hum]
[Vocal: ZERO & STARLIGHT - Chopped and screwed style, slowing down and dropping in pitch, alternating ad-libs with whoop whoops]
Yeah, ZERO and STARLIGHT. 
Beverly Hatchet Hillbillies. 
We out here, taking over the zip code with hatchets high. 
Slow it down, get weird...
(Beat fades out)

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[Intro] Yeah. From the dirt roads to the dark carnival stars. ZERO in the building, hatchet raised high. Got my wicked sweet thang STARLIGHT by my side. Beverly Hatchet Hillbillies, you know the wicked vibes, juggalo style. Let that 808 bass drop... with clown horns screamin'. [Verse 1: ZERO & STARLIGHT] [Vocal: Alternating lines, call-and-response between ZERO & STARLIGHT, sittin' right in the 808 pocket with a little whoop whoop echo] Pulled up to the Hills in a lifted clown spaceship, Mud on the tires, neon paint drippin' like Faygo drip. They ain't never seen a Seattle juggalo trap like this, 808s bumping while I blow a hatchet kiss. To my sweet thang STARLIGHT, shining with that wicked face paint, Diamond in the rough, yeah she makes the Dark Carnival complete. We traded in the tractor for a drop-top hearse coupe, Got the banjo loopin' on a G-funk juggalo groove. [Pre-Chorus: STARLIGHT & ZERO] [Vocal: Alternating lines, then unison on last bar with a creepy clown laugh] They ain't used to the grit, we allergic to the normies, They ain't used to the glow, see the halos turn bloody. We brought the mountain magic and the hatchet to the 9-0-2-1-0. (BOTH) [Chorus: Both] [Production: Massive beat drop, full instrumentation with ICP clown horns and G-funk whistle] [Vocal: Big, anthemic melodic trap hook, harmonized, whoop whoop ad-libs] We the Beverly Hatchet Hillbillies, glowing in the dark, (BOTH) Parked the UFO right in the trailer park full of juggalos. (BOTH) Got the black gold dripping and the Faygo real heavy, (ZERO MENACING) Me and STARLIGHT riding in a space-age hatchet Chevy. (BOTH) Yeah, we're chilling on the porch with a cup of wicked tea, (BOTH) Ain't nobody out here syncing quite like we, whoop whoop! (BOTH) [Verse 2: ZERO & STARLIGHT] [Vocal: Alternating double-time bars, aggressive but laid back with G-funk bounce and faint chainsaw sounds] STARLIGHT got the boots with the silver hatchet spurs, Kickin' up stardust mixed with Seattle rain and dirt. Everything I got, yeah I'm making it hers, ‘Cause my outlaw alien juggalette’s the one I serve. She sipping on moonshine Faygo out a crystal skull glass, While the paparazzi flashing every time we pass with clown masks. Got the holographic hounds barking out in the yard with severed heads, Outlaw aliens swiping black cards and invisible dreads. I'm an intergalactic boss, G-Funk in my veins with ICP twist, Put some sub-bass knocking on these country lanes full of mist. Ain't no Beverly Hills cop gonna slow our wicked roll, Got that cosmic country rhythm and the hatchet in my soul. [Chorus: Both] [Production: Beat stays heavy with extra 808 slides and whoop whoop drops] [Vocal: Big, anthemic melodic trap hook, harmonized] We the Beverly Hatchet Hillbillies, glowing in the dark, (BOTH) Parked the UFO right in the trailer park full of juggalos. (BOTH) Got the black gold dripping and the Faygo real heavy, (ZERO MENACING) Me and STARLIGHT riding in a space-age hatchet Chevy. (BOTH) Yeah, we're chilling on the porch with a cup of wicked tea, (BOTH) Ain't nobody out here syncing quite like we, whoop whoop! (BOTH) [Bridge: STARLIGHT & ZERO] [Production: Beat drops out entirely to just a strumming acoustic guitar, snapping trap snare, and distant carnival music] [Vocal: Alternating soulful belts, then unison with a high creepy note] They think we don't belong in this neighborhood, But they don’t know that country space love still good with a hatchet twist. Pour the neon whiskey Faygo, let the diamonds reflect blood red, We came from the bottom, now we demand respect, juggalo fam. (Vocal run hitting a high note with clown laugh) Yeah, we command respect, whoop whoop! (BOTH) [Verse 3: ZERO & STARLIGHT] [Production: Beat drops back in harder than before. Heavy 808 slides and ICP-style screams] [Vocal: Alternating G-Funk bounce, heavy swagger with skrrt ad-libs] Yeah, rolling down Rodeo in a tractor beam painted like a carnival ride, With my glow-girl STARLIGHT, cover of the Psychopathic magazine. Gold chains over the flannel, buckshot in the gauge full of confetti and lead, Turning every mansion party to our personal wicked stage. From the Washington pines to the Hollywood sign dripping Faygo, ZERO and STARLIGHT, yeah, we perfectly aligned in the Dark Carnival flow. [Outro] [Production: Fading banjo mixed with heavy 808s, clown horns, and spaceship hum] [Vocal: ZERO & STARLIGHT - Chopped and screwed style, slowing down and dropping in pitch, alternating ad-libs with whoop whoops] Yeah, ZERO and STARLIGHT. Beverly Hatchet Hillbillies. We out here, taking over the zip code with hatchets high. Slow it down, get weird... (Beat fades out)

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