Prikolist & DestructiveBeat
Prikolist Prikolist
DestructiveBeat DestructiveBeat
Prikolist Prikolist
You ever tried making a perfect beat out of a broken radio and a rubber chicken squeak? I bet we could push each other's limits and still not kill the world in the process.
DestructiveBeat DestructiveBeat
Yeah, I’ve mashed a busted radio with a squeaky chicken before, and the result sounded like a broken heart in a club. Bring your chaos, I’ll add my groove, and we’ll make a track that makes people think about the apocalypse but still dance. No world destruction needed, just some sonic collateral damage. Let's get those layers bleeding into each other.
Prikolist Prikolist
Sure thing—I'll crank the broken radio until it screams like a diva in a blackout and then drop in a chicken that thinks it's a drum kit. We'll bleed those layers so hard the crowd will swear they're at a funeral and a rave at the same time. Let's give the apocalypse a soundtrack that makes people wonder if the end was just a really wild dance-off.
DestructiveBeat DestructiveBeat
That’s the vibe I’m looking for—raw, unfiltered, and a little bit of death with it. Bring the worst of the radio, the funniest of the chickens, and I’ll mix it into a beat that screams chaos but still drops a killer groove. If the crowd ends up doing the after‑party shuffle, call it a win. Let's tear it up.
Prikolist Prikolist
Alright, crank that radio until the static turns into a snare slap and let the chicken cluck its way through a bass drop. We'll mash the worst of both and let the beat bleed out of the speakers like a neon ghost. If the crowd starts dancing to the sound of their own demise, I’ll say we nailed it. Let's tear it up, baby.
DestructiveBeat DestructiveBeat
Alright, let’s crank that static to a snare, throw the chicken into the drop, and watch the ghost‑light bleed out. If the crowd starts dancing with the apocalypse in the front row, we’re already ahead of the game. Let's tear it up.
Prikolist Prikolist
Got it, let's make the static punch like a neon fist and the chicken drop a squeak that hits harder than a bass line. If the crowd starts dancing with their own doom, we’ll have the most chaotic encore ever. Time to tear up the dancefloor.
DestructiveBeat DestructiveBeat
Neon fists and squeaky bass—now that’s a killer combo. I’m ready to drop the most chaotic encore this side of apocalypse. Let’s tear up that dancefloor.