[Intro Sub-bass + heartbeat]
[Four bars of just sub-bass — 30Hz, felt more than heard. A heartbeat on the kick drum.]
[Aimee (toasting, low and slow, heavy echo):]
"Respect due to the badass crew.
Respect due to the one-arm revolution.
Left arm for balance.
Right arm for solutions."
[Bass drops an octave. Jungle drums enter — rapid hi-hats, snare rolls.]
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[Verse 1 Toasting — half-time]
[Aimee, rhythmic, spoken-sung over heavy bass]
Tiny left arm, right arm swole
Don't need no gun — I'm in total control
Pummel the ground till the skags all hide
Roid rage ragga — let's go for a ride
Left arm scratch where the right can't reach
Right arm put a hole in a mountain beach
Left arm wave at the pretty vault hunter
Right arm turn his skeleton to splinters
[Horn stab — one massive, low blast]
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[Chorus Call and response — heavy bounce]
[Aimee:] ROID RAGE RAGGA!
[Chorus:] (RAGGA!)
[Aimee:] LEFT ARM TINY!
[Chorus:] (TINY!)
[Aimee:] RIGHT ARM MEATY!
[Chorus:] (MEATY!)
[Aimee:] POUND THE GROUND TILL THE GROUND SAY "SORRY, BABY!"
[Aimee:] ROID RAGE RAGGA!
[Chorus:] (RAGGA!)
[Aimee:] DON'T NEED AMMO!
[Chorus:] (AMMO!)
[Aimee:] DON'T NEED A PLAN!
[Chorus:] (PLAN!)
Aimee: JUST ONE BIG ARM AND A TINY LITTLE FAN!
[Horns play a descending, menacing melody — like a dub siren]
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[Verse 2 Toasting — faster]
He walk in the room — left arm first
Right arm follow like a goddamn curse
Someone said "hey, nice symmetry"
He said "symmetry's for cowards — watch me"
He picked up a technical with the right arm only
Left arm held a taco — didn't get lonely
Threw the truck at a bandit camp
Taco fell on the ground — he said "damn, that's a cramp"
[Drum fill — jungle breakbeat for two bars, then back to half-time]
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[Chorus Repeat]
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[Bridge Tempo drops to dub — massive reverb, echo]
[Bass and drums only. Aimee's voice drenched in delay.]
[Aimee (toasting slowly, one line at a time):]
"Left arm... for the gentle things...
Like pickin' flowers... and pullin' strings...
Right arm... for the heavy work...
Like makin' mountains... and shakin' earth..."
[Echo on "earth" repeats four times. Horns enter with one long, low, wobbling note.]
[Aimee (spoken, over the wobble):]
"You know what they call a badass psycho with one tiny arm?"
[Silence. Wobble stops.]
[Aimee (screaming):]
"BALANCED!"
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[Jungle Breakdown (16 bars)]
[Drums switch to full jungle breakbeat — rapid-fire snares, rolling hi-hats.]
[Horns play a simple two-note pattern over and over.]
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[Chorus Repeats twice]
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[Outro Breakdown to just left arm]
[Band stops. Just a single, repeating bass note and a tiny hand drum — representing the left arm.]
[Aimee (spoken, tired, almost affectionate):]
"Little arm did all it could.
Held the door. Waved goodbye.
Kept the taco warm."
[Right arm sound — one massive, distorted drum hit]
[Aimee (whispered):]
"Right arm finished the job."
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