Bleedin' Fowl Play
A raw, aggressive UK Drill / Trap track. The rhythm is defined by a heavy, booming 808 sub-bass, tight, skittering hi-hat rolls, and a punchy, syncopated snare/clap. The instrumentation is minimal, featuring a dark, repetitive synth loop and industrial sound effects. The vocals are delivered by a male MC with a thick, authentic Cockney accent/dialect, speaking with rapid-fire, rhythmic aggression. The tone is frantic, defiant, and darkly humorous, focused on street-level survival.
Bleedin' Fowl Play
A raw, aggressive UK Drill / Trap track. The rhythm is defined by a heavy, booming 808 sub-bass, tight, skittering hi-hat rolls, and a punchy, syncopated snare/clap. The instrumentation is minimal, featuring a dark, repetitive synth loop and industrial sound effects. The vocals are delivered by a male MC with a thick, authentic Cockney accent/dialect, speaking with rapid-fire, rhythmic aggression. The tone is frantic, defiant, and darkly humorous, focused on street-level survival.
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Bleedin' Fowl Play featuring @jelleebeendave and @happydappydj
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'ere! listen up! this ain' no bleedin' cuppa' tea! vancecorp sent di pestilence right down to me! (oi!)
see di fog rollin' in, mate? tha' ain' jus' di damp, nah, tha''s di bleedin' chickens, outta di vancecorp camp, yeah! dey was meant for di grinder, di easy microwave fix, now dey're scratchin' at di shutters, doin' dirty, zombie tricks! look at dere eyes, guv'nor, dey're dead be'ind di look, dey wanna peck yer face off, nah, this ain' from a book! we go''a di las' fortified pub, right here on di estate, go''a hold di line, mate, before dey seal our fate!
bleedin' chicken zombies, comin' up di aisle! nah, we ain' goin' down, we're doin' this in style! go''a cluckin' problem, guv'nor, bes' watch yer back! it's di cockney defense, leavin' no white meat in di attack!
me and me china, we ain' scared of no peckin' beak, dey move like mugs, mate, dere armour's bleedin' weak! i got me baseball ba', yeah, tha''s me structural support, smash di fowl heads fla', tha''s di spor'! dey're slow, dey're messy, dey ain' go''a no kind of code, jus' keep di double-'ap goin', lighten up di load. vancecorp tried fi poison us, send us to di scrap heap, but di cockneys go''a grit, mate, our promises we keep!
dey fink dis noise is normal? dey fink it's jus' di rain? nah, me 'eart's on di pavement, fightin' through di pain! i go''a di littlest china, tucked up safe and sound, happy dappy's sleepin', ain' gon'na be no noise around!
bleedin' chicken zombies, comin' up di aisle! nah, we ain' goin' down, we're doin' this in style! go''a cluckin' problem, guv'nor, bes' watch yer back! it's di cockney defense, leavin' no white meat in di attack!
**'old** **di** line, mate. **for happy dappy.**