[Female Whisper – Clock Ticking, Distant Thunder] Goth Boy Vampire. [Intro – Low Male Spoken, Dark Piano] Hehehe... Devil Death, I heard you, brother. You said I got a devil in my corner? Well, you got a vampire at your back. You sent respect underground. It's coming back from the castle. CLOCKED OUT INK ENTERTAINMENT! [Distorted Guitar Scrape – Massive 808 Drop] [Verse 1 – Aggressive Horrorcore Rap] Devil Death, every fucking word came through, Had the castle shaking when I heard that tune. Three hundred souls, yeah, you saw what they meant, Didn't throw me shade, you gave me respect. You said I built something, I'm still laying stone, Every name in the Mob makes these cold halls home. Your Impala, my hearse, both black in the night, Different kinds of darkness, but the bond feels right. No Pulse, All Bass, you brought that remix alive, Had the Little King watching as the subs shook the night. I've got fangs, not a thirst to put a brother beneath, I sink 'em into beats, let the speakers bleed. You didn't owe me a shout, still you gave me your time, Now I'm raising this black heart, returning the sign. From your underground pit to my castle's front gate, Here's a fang-filled salute, brother—nothing but respect! [Pre-Chorus – Rising Strings, Clean Melodic Male] They see a graveyard, we see room to grow, Three hundred strong, and every one of 'em knows. You sent the fire, now hear the castle riot! [Chorus – Explosive Rap-Metal, Gang Shouts] FANGS UP HIGH! LET THE UNDERGROUND SHAKE! DEVIL DEATH! THIS ONE'S FOR THE LOVE YOU GAVE! BLACK HEARSE ROLLING, YOUR IMPALA IN LINE! TWO DARK KINGDOMS, BUT THE RESPECT'S ALIVE! YOU BROUGHT THE HELLFIRE, I'LL BRING THE NIGHT! NO FUCKING BEEF, JUST BROTHERS WITH A MIC! CLOCKED OUT INK! DEVIL'S UNDERGROUND! WHEN THE DEVIL CALLS MY NAME, THE VAMPIRE ANSWERS LOUD! [Verse 2 – Wicked Bounce, Low Growling Guitar] You said a million ain't the measure of a dream, Three hundred real ones mean more than they seem. I don't count 'em like trophies, each voice knows my name, Every comment, every play feeds the heat in the flame. Some lurk in the shadows, some speak in the chat, But the Night Shift Mob knows I've got all their backs. You said when the gaming channel finally goes live, You'll be there when the sun drops out of the sky. There's a seat by the throne, come raise hell in my home. When your road gets rough, red eyes shine up ahead. Not here to steal your flame, I just want mine to burn, You honored my night, now it's my fucking turn! [Breakdown – Instruments Cut, Spoken Over Clock] Devil... You said three hundred real motherfuckers? That's three hundred reasons to keep going. You were right. And you wrote a whole damn song for me. That means something, brother. Even an undead heart can feel that shit. [Half-Time Guitar Chugs – Bass Builds] [Verse 3 – Deep Rap, Gradually Faster] Turned my scars into ink, hard nights into songs, Now three hundred voices say to keep pushing on. The Mob keeps the torches burning bright in the rain, And a devil from the underground just honored my name. That's not competition, just a brother showing love. Your demons got stories and my nightmares got teeth, Different roads through the darkness, same dirt underneath. So let's make a little noise that the dead can't ignore, Shake the iron off the hinges, blow the crypt doors off! Purple glow on the pavement, your headlights behind, Turn the whole damned graveyard into one bass line. Before the track ends, got a question, my friend... [Collab Invitation – Guitar Drops, Low Spoken Into Rising Rap] Yo, Devil Death, what you say, my brother? You wanna make a fucking track together? Your demonic fire with my undead bite, Two wicked imaginations bringing hell to life! Devil's Underground and Clocked Out Ink, Think of all the twisted shit that we could bring. No pressure, brother, the castle doors stay wide, Would you wanna collab sometime and let our worlds collide? [Final Chorus – Full Rap-Metal, Double-Time Drums] FANGS UP HIGH! LET THE UNDERGROUND SHAKE! DEVIL DEATH! THIS ONE'S FOR THE LOVE YOU GAVE! BLACK HEARSE ROLLING, YOUR IMPALA IN LINE! TWO DARK KINGDOMS, BUT THE RESPECT'S ALIVE! YOU BROUGHT THE HELLFIRE, I'LL BRING THE NIGHT! NO FUCKING BEEF, JUST BROTHERS WITH A MIC! THREE HUNDRED STRONG, AND WE'RE NOT DONE YET! A VAMPIRE NEVER FORGETS WHEN A BROTHER SHOWS RESPECT! [Outro – Slow 808, Fading Distorted Guitar] Hehehe... Devil Death, from me to you... Thank you for that fucking song. Much respect to Devil's Underground Inc. Much love to the Night Shift Mob. If you're down to collaborate, you know where to find me. The castle lights stay on at 3:33. Goth Boy Vampire. CLOCKED OUT INK ENTERTAINMENT! [Clock Chime – Final Sub-Bass Hit]
