[INTRO — LOW SUB-BASS RUMBLE, DARK ATMOSPHERE] [FEMALE SPOKEN VOICE — MATURE, DEEP, SMOKY, SULTRY, SLOW AND CONFIDENT] "Mmmm... Devil's Underground Inc..." [SHORT PAUSE — WHISPERING ECHO] "Where darkness has a voice..." [FEMALE VOICE — DEEPER, SINISTER, PLAYFUL] "Presenting... DEVIL... DEATH." [DEEP DEMONIC CHUCKLE — 808 BASS DROP] [TEMPO — 79 BPM, SLOW WICKED HORRORCORE BOUNCE] [WARPED CALLIOPE — VINYL SCRATCH — THUNDER] [DEVIL — DEEP GRAVELLY MALE SPOKEN] Thirty-third floor. Top of the tower. Three thirty-three in the fucking morning. Somebody's scratching at my WINDOW? Heh... Rob, you weren't kidding. [VERSE 1 — LAID-BACK 90S HORRORCORE RAP] Boots on the desk, purple smoke in the room, City lights blinking beneath a blood-red moon. Impala parked thirty-three floors below, I'm up in the clouds where the cold winds blow. Tap-tap-tap, little claws on the glass, Look out the window—what the hell was THAT? Black cat floating like he owns the night, Two GOLD eyes glowing in the purple light. Cracked the window, said, "Well, come on in," Little king strutted past with a wicked grin. Rob said he'd visit, didn't mention he could fly, Then he knocked my coffee off the table. WHY? Heh! No manners, no shame, all attitude, Abbadon's in the penthouse, and he's stealing my food! [DEVIL — DRY SPOKEN] I like this little bastard. But that was my fucking coffee. [HOOK — DEEP MALE CHANT, HEAVY 808] THIRTY-THREE! TOP FLOOR! WHO'S AT THE DOOR? LITTLE KING'S HERE, AND HE WANTS SOME MORE! GOLD EYES! BLACK PAWS! CHAOS IN THE HALL! ABBADON'S IN THE HOUSE—BETTER WATCH IT ALL! MEOW! MEOW! THERE HE GOES AGAIN! THE DEVIL AND THE CAT ARE RAISING HELL, MY FRIEND! THIRTY-THREE! TOP FLOOR! TURN IT UP LOUD! TWO LITTLE MENACES IN A PURPLE SMOKE CLOUD! [VERSE 2 — BOUNCY, SARCASTIC SOUTHERN RAP] He slapped the light switch, turned the whole room red, Put a crooked little crown on a gargoyle's head. Batted my pentagram right off the wall, Then the elevator started taking ghostly calls. DING! Doors open, nobody's there, Just a floating room-service tray in the air. Security's screaming through the speaker downstairs, I said, "Relax! It's a cat!" He said, "THE CAT'S IN THE AIR!" He pawed at the buttons, sent the lift to the ground, Then rode it right back while the alarms went down. Ghost in the hallway tried to give us a scare, Abbadon yawned once; that ghost disappeared. Now the doorman's crying and the cameras are fried, And that little black king's got my chips on the side. [FLOW SWITCH — FAST, PERCUSSIVE] Paw tap, glass crack, bell rings, lights flash, Black fur, gold glare, stole my whole snack stash! Up down, doors slide, ghosts run, clocks chime, Thirty-third floor, and we're having a fine time! [BEAT CUT — DEVIL SPOKEN] Rob... brother... Your cat's been here ten minutes. He's already running the fucking building. Hahahaha! [HOOK — GRITTY MALE CHANT, DIRTY GUITARS] THIRTY-THREE! TOP FLOOR! WHO'S AT THE DOOR? LITTLE KING'S HERE, AND HE WANTS SOME MORE! GOLD EYES! BLACK PAWS! CHAOS IN THE HALL! ABBADON'S IN THE HOUSE—BETTER WATCH IT ALL! MEOW! MEOW! THERE HE GOES AGAIN! THE DEVIL AND THE CAT ARE RAISING HELL, MY FRIEND! [BRIDGE — MUSIC BOX, ONE LOW 808] [DEVIL — CLOSE-MIC WHISPER] Rob told me the little king might come around. Didn't say he'd float thirty-three floors off the ground. Didn't say he'd steal my snacks... Or make the elevator scream. Heh... I respect the hustle. [CAT PURR — VINYL SCRATCH — 808 SLAMS] [VERSE 3 — WICKED HORRORCORE FLOW] I threw on my coat, said, "King, it's time to ride," He hopped on my shoulder like a royal guide. Out to the rooftop, city far beneath, Gold eyes shining in the cold midnight breeze. He stared past the skyline where a black hearse rolled, Purple lights trailing through the night below. Clocked Out Ink, yeah, I know where he's from, Little king of the night, now look what he's done. He brushed my cheek, gave one soft little purr, Then melted in the mist, black tail and fur. No pawprints left, no sign at the door, Except my empty chip bag on the marble floor. [FINAL HOOK — HUGE GUITARS AND 808] THIRTY-THREE! TOP FLOOR! WHO'S AT THE DOOR? LITTLE KING'S HERE, AND HE WANTS SOME MORE! GOLD EYES! BLACK PAWS! CHAOS IN THE HALL! ABBADON'S IN THE HOUSE—BETTER WATCH IT ALL! FROM ROB'S BLACK HEARSE TO THE PENTHOUSE HIGH, THE LITTLE KING CAME FLYING THROUGH THE SKY! FUCK IT! TURN THAT SHIT UP AGAIN! DEVIL DEATH AND ABBADON—TWO TROUBLEMAKING FRIENDS! [OUTRO — DISTANT THUNDER, VINYL FADES] [DEVIL — DEEP, AMUSED SPOKEN] Rob... your little king made it. Thirty-third floor, top of the damn tower. Caused more trouble than half my demons. Heh... tell Abbadon he's welcome back anytime. Just send some fucking coffee with him. [SOFT PURR — DEMONIC CHUCKLE — SILENCE]
