[Intro] Velvet paw pads prowl – I’m the void on the move, A mystical moggy manipulating musical groove. [Verse 1] Queen of the night scene, serenading the doomed, My rhymes chime with ravens – Edgar Allan exhumed. I summon spirits with lyrics, a séance on stage, Black magic in pages of my rhyme-book’s cage. Bastet’s bloodline – got that divine feline right, Sekhmet’s fire in my eyes when I bite on the mic. I stalk like an omen, cold chill down your spine, Every line design aligned like stars in a shrine. Coven of cats in my chorus, spectral and haunting, Beckoning souls with a meow so enchanting. Alliteration incantation: mystical, methodical, “Mistress of midnight making miracles” diabolical. [Hook] I’m the phantom cat in your dreams, the shadow you chase, Whisper in the dark, leaving a scar you embrace. [Chorus] Vali on the prowl, goth girl cat with nine lives to spend, An anarchist alley cat, where midnight portends. Black fur and eyeliner, I’m your nightmare in flesh, Quoting Edgar Allan Paw with each verse afresh. [Verse 2] Cat-ula swagger – got a blood moon grin, Salem on a Sabbath: let the witching begin. A cauldron of charisma, I brew beats in the dark, Witch’s familiar, leaving paw prints stark. Midnight marauder, phantom pad on the street, All-black silhouette where shadows and rhythm meet. Old gods in my verses – Bastet vibes awakened, Spitting hexes on mics, foes staggered and shaken. Thunder crashes as I weave my lyrical hex, Hexagonal rhyme patterns leave minds perplexed. Double-double toil and trouble, I’m trouble in black, A banshee with claws launching lyrical attack. Maleficent mistress of mayhem and melody combined, My syllables haunt your spine, a curse undivined. [Hook] I’m the phantom cat in your dreams, the shadow you chase, Whisper in the dark, leaving a scar you embrace. [Bridge] Now I whisper from darkness, a shadow on the wall, Vali vanish in smoke as the final curtains fall. Gothic glamour lingers on this beat till the end, I’m the shadow in the spotlight, your imaginary friend. [Verse 3] I’m Vali, the shadow, a goth cat supreme, Slinking in the darkness like a midnight dream. Black fur, black nails, with eyes green-glow gleam, They say a black cat crossing is bad luck on the scene. I’m a bit supernatural, a pawn of the night, Perched on a tombstone under pale moonlight. Got a vibe like Salem, wise and sassy in one, A witch’s best friend until the night is done. My rhymes come creeping, slow and steady with dread, Then I hiss and I howl and mess with your head. I bring a touch of drama, put some fright in the fun, Catastrophic Crew’s spellcaster, second to none. [Outro] I’m the phantom cat in your dreams, the shadow you chase, Whisper in the dark, leaving a scar you embrace. Vali vanish in smoke as the final curtains fall, Gothic glamour lingers, I’m your imaginary friend after all.
