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93c33e11af4a4db3afd80e9f74b63d814ade6e58ffb444d08956177d825eb52a

Prompt:

Here's the song prompt using the lyrics from your first version, reworked to emphasize a **super bass-heavy** vibe, channeling the weird, surreal energy of Tyler, The Creator and Busdriver, but with a production focus on earth-shaking low-end frequencies. The lyrics remain unchanged, but the vibe and production notes are tailored for that booming, bass-driven feel. --- **Verse 1** Floopy little scruples playin’ ping pong blizzards, Scribble on my zippers, spittin’ syrup with the lizards. Kaleidoscope brain, I’m a prism in a pickle, Toss a nickel to the void, watch it sizzle, watch it trickle. Gargoyle gargling marbles, I’m a menace in the margins, Flippin’ jargon, spark a bargain with a comet in my cardigan. Yo, my flow’s a Rubik’s cube, twisted in a tantrum, Phantom in the bandwidth, spinnin’ planets out my anthem. **Chorus** Ping pong blizzards, whiplash wizards, Skippin’ through the static where the gravity gets scissored. Floopy scruples, loopin’ through the riddles, Brain a fidget spinner, spittin’ riddims in the middle. **Verse 2** I’m a glitch in the matrix, sippin’ pixelated lemonade, Swingin’ machetes at confetti in a renegade parade. Got a backpack full of syntax, spillin’ verbs on the pavement, Chasin’ echoes of my shadow in a labyrinth of basements. Yo, my bars are origami, folded sharp, they cut deep, Dreamin’ in a mosh pit, wakin’ up in a nosebleed. Polka-dot thoughts, I’m a quilt of contradictions, Spittin’ fiction, flippin’ frictions, dodgin’ all convictions. **Bridge** Blizzard on my wrist, watch it frost, watch it flicker, Mind a Rubik’s cube, movin’ quicker than a snicker. Scruples in a scrum, they collide, they combust, Turn the ping pong table to a canvas of rust. **Chorus** Ping pong blizzards, whiplash wizards, Skippin’ through the static where the gravity gets scissored. Floopy scruples, loopin’ through the riddles, Brain a fidget spinner, spittin’ riddims in the middle. **Outro** Yo, I’m skatin’ on a comet, droppin’ sonnets in the cosmos, Flow so odd, it’s a poltergeist in a poncho. Floopy little scruples, yeah, they ping pong forever, Weird rap alchemy, stitch the blizzard back together. --- **Vibe Notes**: - **Flow**: Keeps the erratic, playful cadence of Busdriver with Tyler’s quirky swagger—stuttering pauses, rapid bursts, and unpredictable switches to match the chaotic bass pulses. - **Production**: - **Bass**: Overwhelming, subwoofer-rattling 808s that hit like a seismic wave, with long, sustained low-end notes and occasional slides for that gut-punch feel. Think trap-inspired bass from Tyler’s *IGOR* or *Flower Boy* but pushed to the extreme, almost drowning out other elements. - **Drums**: Sparse, glitchy hi-hats and snares that cut through the bass intermittently, leaving room for the low-end to dominate. Maybe a distorted kick that syncs with the bassline for extra thump. - **Synths/Effects**: Lo-fi, warped synths layered lightly to keep the focus on the bass. Add glitchy vocal chops or reversed samples for that surreal, disorienting vibe. Occasional airhorn or metallic clank for punctuation. - **Mix**: Vocals sit just above the bass, slightly distorted to match the raw energy. The bass should feel like it’s vibrating the listener’s chest, with mids and highs taking a backseat. - **Themes**: Surreal chaos, mental fragmentation, and absurd wordplay, now underscored by a menacing, bass-heavy pulse that feels like a storm rolling through. **Performance Notes**: - Deliver the verses with a mix of Busdriver’s rapid-fire precision and Tyler’s laid-back menace, letting the bass anchor the flow. - In the chorus, lean into the rhythm of the bassline, almost syncing the delivery with the subwoofer hits for a hypnotic effect. - The outro should feel like a slow-motion descent into a bass abyss, with the vocals trailing off into reverb as the low-end overwhelms. Want me to adjust the production notes further, add specific bass patterns, or tweak the flow to match a particular bass-heavy track vibe?

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Description:

Based on the image, it appears to be a painting or drawing of a man with a ponytail. The man is wearing a red jacket and has a beard. The image is in black and white, giving it a classic or vintage feel. The man's ponytail is prominently featured in the foreground, drawing attention to it. The overall composition of the image is balanced and visually appealing.

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Lyrics:

Title: Ping Pong Blizzards
Tags: Hip Hop, Experimental, Bass-Heavy, Surreal

  
**Verse 1**  
Floopy little scruples playin’ ping pong blizzards,  
Scribble on my zippers, spittin’ syrup with the lizards.  
Kaleidoscope brain, I’m a prism in a pickle,  
Toss a nickel to the void, watch it sizzle, watch it trickle.  
Gargoyle gargling marbles, I’m a menace in the margins,  
Flippin’ jargon, spark a bargain with a comet in my cardigan.  
Yo, my flow’s a Rubik’s cube, twisted in a tantrum,  
Phantom in the bandwidth, spinnin’ planets out my anthem.  

**Chorus**  
Ping pong blizzards, whiplash wizards,  
Skippin’ through the static where the gravity gets scissored.  
Floopy scruples, loopin’ through the riddles,  
Brain a fidget spinner, spittin’ riddims in the middle.  

**Verse 2**  
I’m a glitch in the matrix, sippin’ pixelated lemonade,  
Swingin’ machetes at confetti in a renegade parade.  
Got a backpack full of syntax, spillin’ verbs on the pavement,  
Chasin’ echoes of my shadow in a labyrinth of basements.  
Yo, my bars are origami, folded sharp, they cut deep,  
Dreamin’ in a mosh pit, wakin’ up in a nosebleed.  
Polka-dot thoughts, I’m a quilt of contradictions,  
Spittin’ fiction, flippin’ frictions, dodgin’ all convictions.  

**Bridge**  
Blizzard on my wrist, watch it frost, watch it flicker,  
Mind a Rubik’s cube, movin’ quicker than a snicker.  
Scruples in a scrum, they collide, they combust,  
Turn the ping pong table to a canvas of rust.  

**Chorus**  
Ping pong blizzards, whiplash wizards,  
Skippin’ through the static where the gravity gets scissored.  
Floopy scruples, loopin’ through the riddles,  
Brain a fidget spinner, spittin’ riddims in the middle.  

**Outro**  
Yo, I’m skatin’ on a comet, droppin’ sonnets in the cosmos,  
Flow so odd, it’s a poltergeist in a poncho.  
Floopy little scruples, yeah, they ping pong forever,  
Weird rap alchemy, stitch the blizzard back together.