[Verse 1: Phonk male MC, menacing phonk flow over a distorted cowbell melody] Starlite Lanes on Halloween, the league went home at ten Owner tossed me the keys and said lock it up when you're done, my friend Shoes are rented, ball is mine, I'm rollin' lane number nine Every throw is in the pocket and the pins go down in line Then the screen above me flickers and a second name appears Four letters spellin' HOUSE, and it's been bowlin' here for years Every strike I put up there, the house puts up one too And there's nobody at the line but the smell of rental shoes [Pre-Hook: Phonk male MC, the 808 pulls back to the cowbell] The ball comes back up warm like a palm just let it go And the rack comes down on nine with nobody down below [Hook: Phonk male MC, crushing 808, hard phonk drums, menacing phonk hook] Spare me, I'm beggin', open up the frame Every strike I throw, the house throws the same Phonk on the speakers and the cowbell knockin' slow Spare me, Starlite, I got nowhere left to go [Verse 2: Phonk male MC, colder, every bar on the 808] Seventh frame I try the door, the bar is down and chained Exit sign is buzzin' red, the knob won't turn again Eighth frame I throw it wide, in the gutter on purpose And the gutter spits it back and puts it in the pocket, perfect Ninth frame there's a plaque behind the counter I ignored One perfect game at Starlite, and it's the only one on record Bowled by a stranger on a Halloween who never took a bow And his shoes are still in cubby nine, and they're warm right now [Pre-Hook: Phonk male MC, the 808 pulls back to the cowbell] The ball comes back up warm like a palm just let it go And the rack comes down on nine with nobody down below [Hook: Phonk male MC, crushing 808, hard phonk drums, menacing phonk hook] Spare me, I'm beggin', open up the frame Every strike I throw, the house throws the same Phonk on the speakers and the cowbell knockin' slow Spare me, Starlite, I got nowhere left to go [Bridge: Phonk male MC, pin crash, the drums halt, ten pins crash down on lane nine in the dark, then the 808 lands] Tenth frame, eleven in a row, I'm one ball from perfect If I make it, will they let me out, and is it even worth it Let it go, it's in the pocket, and the pins don't even fall They just lie down slow like they're bowin' to the wall Now the screen says it in white, and the HOUSE is gone away And my initials glowin' green where his used to stay [Final Hook: Phonk male MC, crushing 808, hard phonk drums, menacing phonk hook] Spare me, I'm beggin', open up the frame Every strike I throw, the house throws the same Phonk on the speakers and the cowbell knockin' slow Spare me, Starlite, I got nowhere left to go [End]
