[Female Whisper – Distant Clock] Goth Boy Vampire... [Intro – Dark Piano, Thunder, Low Male Spoken] Devil Death... Brother, I got your message. Thirty-third floor? Three thirty-three in the morning? You actually opened the window? [Dry Laugh] Oh, this is gonna be good. CLOCKED OUT INK ENTERTAINMENT! [Verse 1 – Heavy Gothic Trap, Sharp Rapid Bars] I warned you the king might be coming around, Didn't say he'd be flying above your whole town! You heard those claws tapping high on the glass, Opened that window and invited his ass! Thirty-three floors, that cat don't care, Gold eyes glowing while he's floating through air. You gave him permission, that's where it began, Now the king's got your building in the palm of his hand! Coffee went flying, your snacks disappeared, Security screaming, even ghosts got scared! Pentagram falling, alarms going wild, My little black king's got a mischievous smile! You fought through the darkness, survived all that hell, But one little cat had your whole tower yell! Brother, no disrespect, I'm just having some fun, You let the night in, now look what you've done! [Chorus – Massive 808 Drop, Aggressive Melodic Rap] YOU LET THE NIGHT IN! NOW THE KING'S GOT A CROWN! THIRTY-THREE FLOORS! AND HE SHUT IT ALL DOWN! Devil Death, brother, you handled it right, Gave my little king a home for the night! Black paws, gold eyes, royalty wins, You opened the window... YOU LET THE NIGHT IN! [Verse 2 – Bouncy Trap, Playful Sarcastic Flow] Now about that coffee, I gotta confess, My king's got a talent for making a mess! You said he was welcome, he took that as law, Signed your penthouse lease with a tiny black paw! Your name's on the building, but who owns the floor? That cat's probably planning to redecorate more! The elevator's haunted, your cameras are fried, And the ghost that saw Abbadon probably cried! He didn't need fangs to put fear in the room, Didn't need a coffin to deliver your doom. He saw that coffee, lined it up nice and slow, Then sent that cup flying with an R-K-O! [Beat Cut – Male Spoken, Amused] Brother... That's a finishing move. You should've seen what he did to my furniture. At least yours survived! [Fast Flow – Double-Time Percussion] Paw prints, ghost trips, clock ticks, lights blink, Little King running things before you can think! Crown tilted sideways, chips in his mouth, Thirty-third floor and he's shutting it down! [Chorus – Hard Trap, Rising Strings] YOU LET THE NIGHT IN! NOW THE KING'S GOT A CROWN! THIRTY-THREE FLOORS! AND HE SHUT IT ALL DOWN! Devil Death, brother, you handled it right, Gave my little king a home for the night! Black paws, gold eyes, royalty wins, You opened the window... YOU LET THE NIGHT IN! [Bridge – Beat Drops Out, Emotional Piano] [Low Male Spoken – Sincere] But brother, all jokes aside... There's something you oughta know. Abbadon doesn't trust just anybody. He doesn't bow to a name or a throne. You let him in. You laughed through the chaos. And you welcomed him back. That means something to me. [Soft Strings – Slow Reflective Rap] He carried his crown through a world full of night, Found another soul who could treat him right. You lost some coffee, but you earned his trust, Some things in darkness mean more than the dust. Different roads traveled, but respect stays true, My little king saw something good in you. [Beat Builds – Clock Accelerating] And brother... I think he left you something else. [Verse 3 – Cinematic Trap, Rising Intensity] That wasn't just mischief, that wasn't just play, The Little King had another reason to stay. He checked out the tower, took a look at the view, Maybe there's something at the castle for you! Something's awakening behind those stone gates, The night keeps moving, and the clock never waits. I ain't spilling secrets, ain't revealing the plan, Just make sure that Impala is ready, my man! The Night Shift Mob's gathering, something is near, Castle bells ringing so the shadows can hear. A wolf's getting ready to howl at the moon, And the Devil might have to come clock in soon! [Flow Switch – Aggressive Double-Time] Hearse lights glowing, purple through the mist, Another dark night you don't wanna miss! No stolen crowns, no battles to win, Just brothers in darkness getting ready again! [Final Chorus – Explosive Cinematic Trap] YOU LET THE NIGHT IN! AND THE KING LEFT HIS MARK! THIRTY-THREE FLOORS! NOW YOU'RE PART OF THE DARK! Respect to the Devil for welcoming mine, Some bonds get stronger with the passing of time! Castle gates opening, the countdown begins, Keep that engine ready... WE'RE CLOCKING BACK IN! [Outro – Dark Piano, Deep Male Spoken] Devil Death... Thank you for treating my Little King right. And brother... You passed his test. [Pause] But that coffee? That ain't coming back. I'll send another cup. Can't promise what Abbadon does with it. [Quiet Laugh] And about that penthouse lease... I think he wants a key. Forever clocked in. Goth Boy Vampire.
