[Intro: Chopped and Screwed, Slowed Pitch] [Female Whispered Voice] Goth Boy Vampire. [Transition: Full Tempo, No Vocal Effects] [Deep Gritty Male Rap Vocals] Yeah… yeah… Midnight creeping, got the hearse outside, Purple lights underneath, let the dead boy ride. Subs in the back, got the whole block shaking, Clocked Out Ink, wake the dead, no faking. Windows down, let the cold wind blow, Got a car club meet, gotta put on a show. They say, "Who the hell drives a funeral ride?" I said, "A vampire with a motherfucking killer ride!" BLACK HEARSE! PURPLE GLOW! ROLL THROUGH THE TOWN, GOT THE NIGHT ON GLOW! SUBS IN THE BACK, MAKE THE GRAVEYARD SHAKE! CLOCKED OUT INK, GOT THE DEAD AWAKE! WINDOWS DOWN! BASS LOUD! EVERYBODY TURN WHEN I PULL THAT HEARSE OUT! DROP-DEAD CLEAN, GOT THE WHOLE CLUB STUCK! NO PULSE, ALL BASS, WHEN THE VAMPIRE PULL UP! Black paint shining like a midnight sky, Purple glow floating when I'm rolling by. Got the bass turned up, make the rearview dance, Every red light giving everybody a glance. They see a blacked-out hearse, think somebody died, Nah, it's just the Goth Boy Vampire out for a ride. Ain't carrying bodies, just a trunk full of sound, Got the undead knocking when the bass comes down. My playlist's deadly, every track a killer, Clocked Out Ink got the whole town feeling the thriller. Got that graveyard shift, but I ain't on the clock, I'm just making heads turn when I cruise through the block. Underglow dripping like a purple bloodline, Whole damn hearse looking wicked by design. They say, "That's a sick ride!" I say, "Deadly!" Been dead to the world, but the bass resurrecting me! BLACK HEARSE! PURPLE GLOW! ROLL THROUGH THE TOWN, GOT THE NIGHT ON GLOW! SUBS IN THE BACK, MAKE THE GRAVEYARD SHAKE! CLOCKED OUT INK, GOT THE DEAD AWAKE! WINDOWS DOWN! BASS LOUD! EVERYBODY TURN WHEN I PULL THAT HEARSE OUT! DROP-DEAD CLEAN, GOT THE WHOLE CLUB STUCK! NO PULSE, ALL BASS, WHEN THE VAMPIRE PULL UP! GPS glowing, got the car meet pinned, Moonlight bouncing off the jet-black tint. Pull in slow, let the underglow speak, Whole row of rides looking over at me. Muscle cars, imports, custom trucks in line, But they never seen a coffin ride looking this fine. Everybody got a whip, everybody got a flex, But I'm pulling up in something straight from the crypt. Somebody filming, got the cameras on me, Purple lights painting up the concrete street. They throwing up stories, tagging my ride, "Yo, that vampire hearse just pulled up outside!" I ain't here for a race, I'm here for the scene, A rolling damn nightmare with a custom-built dream. Subs hit hard, got the whole meet jumping, Clocked Out Ink, hear the speakers thumping! They want a close-up, they want another clip, They wanna know the setup, wanna check the fit. I said, "Welcome to the dark side, this ain't no rental, That black hearse outside is my rolling metal!" DEAD MAN ROLLING! PURPLE LIGHT SHOW! SIX FEET UNDER? NAH, I'M RIDING REAL LOW! BLACKED-OUT COFFIN, BUT I'M STILL ALIVE! GOT THE WHOLE DAMN CLUB ON A VAMPIRE VIBE! BASS SO HEAVY, MAKE THE TOMBSTONES MOVE! DEAD BOY WALKING, BUT THE HEARSE GOT GROOVE! IF YOU HEAR THAT THUNDER COMING DOWN YOUR STREET, THAT'S CLOCKED OUT INK WITH THE UNDEAD BEAT! BLACK HEARSE! PURPLE GLOW! ROLL THROUGH THE TOWN, GOT THE NIGHT ON GLOW! SUBS IN THE BACK, MAKE THE GRAVEYARD SHAKE! CLOCKED OUT INK, GOT THE DEAD AWAKE! WINDOWS DOWN! BASS LOUD! EVERYBODY TURN WHEN I PULL THAT HEARSE OUT! DROP-DEAD CLEAN, GOT THE WHOLE CLUB STUCK! NO PULSE, ALL BASS, WHEN THE VAMPIRE PULL UP! Meet winding down, but the night's still young, Got another dark anthem shaking my lungs. Purple underglow painting the road behind, Ain't punching no clock, I'm on vampire time. Give a little fang flash, let the headlights glow, Black hearse creeping, nice and slow. Till the next car meet when the moon comes through, I'll be back from the dead with a better view. Clocked Out Ink Entertainment… We don't clock in… We don't clock out… We just ride through the afterlife. Goth Boy Vampire… Dead man's cruise. Purple glow. Clocked Out Ink E N T...
