[INTRO — CHOPPED RECORD, FUNERAL ORGAN, SUB-BASS] [MALE VOCALS — DEEP, GRAVELLY, LAZY SPOKEN] Heh... what the fuck is that coming down the road? That hearse got the whole cemetery shaking. Goth Boy Vampire... I see you, motherfucker. Clocked Out Ink, much respect. They said Devil couldn't ride. Hahaha... watch this. DJ_DEVIL_DEATH MOTHERFUCKER! [90S HORRORCORE BOUNCE — SLOW 808, DIRTY DRUMS] [VERSE 1 — LAID-BACK SOUTHERN RAP] Midnight on the boulevard, fog crawling through the lane, Got the blacked-out Impala looking like a rolling stain. Purple smoke in the cabin, subs rattling the trunk, Rearview doing backflips every time the low end thumps. See a hearse up ahead with a glow from underneath, Whole block turns around when the purple lights hit, I pull beside the driver, nodding through the tint, Said, "Nice funeral wagon, man. That shit is sick!" He grins like a vampire, I grin like a sin, Two creatures of the night and the car meet's about to begin. He brings the dead-boy cruise, I bring the underworld heat, Different rides, same darkness, got the graveyard on beat. [LOW CHUCKLE] Nah, I ain't here to steal his spotlight. I'm just here to make the neighbors hate us both. Hahaha! [PRE-CHORUS — ORGAN RISE, BASS DROPS OUT] Hear that rumble around the bend? One from the crypt, one from where sins end. No competition, just a salute, Two black rides shaking dust off the roof! [CHORUS — DEEP MALE CHANT, 90S HORRORCORE HOOK] HEARSE ON THE LEFT! DEVIL ON THE RIGHT! PURPLE IN THE MIRROR, TWO SHADOWS IN THE NIGHT! ONE RIDES WITH THE DEAD, ONE RULES DOWN BELOW, WHEN THE BASS HITS TOGETHER, WATCH THE WHOLE DAMN STREET GO! ROLL LOW! HIT HARD! LET THE SUBS TALK SHIT! CLOCKED OUT INK, YEAH, I SEE THAT WHIP! GOTH BOY VAMPIRE, YOU BROUGHT THE GRAVEYARD SOUND! DJ_DEVIL_DEATH CAME TO SHAKE THE UNDERGROUND! [VERSE 2 — SINISTER, SARCASTIC SWAGGER] We pull into the meet, engines humming like a curse, Everybody's taking pictures of that blacked-out hearse. Then my Impala comes creeping, purple spilling on the street, Somebody yells, "Is this a funeral?" I said, "Nah, it's a beat." Somebody asks, "Are you two even alive?" I said, "Ask again when the corpses arrive." Vampire's got the lights, got the crowd filming clips, I got a trunk full of thunder and a smartass on my lips. He's got his own lane, ain't a damn thing to prove, I respect a motherfucker who can make a hearse groove. [FLOW SWITCH — QUICK, PERCUSSIVE] Grave shift, night drift, black tint, bass kick, Chrome flash, smoke pass, whole meet going sick. One car built for the crypt, one car built for sin, No race, no beef, just the low end kicking in! [BEAT CUT — DRY SPOKEN] Somebody asked which ride was scarier. I said, "The one with the repair bill." Hahahaha! Fuck! [CHORUS — HEAVIER DRUMS, WIDE SUBS] HEARSE ON THE LEFT! DEVIL ON THE RIGHT! PURPLE IN THE MIRROR, TWO SHADOWS IN THE NIGHT! ONE RIDES WITH THE DEAD, ONE RULES DOWN BELOW, WHEN THE BASS HITS TOGETHER, WATCH THE WHOLE DAMN STREET GO! ROLL LOW! HIT HARD! LET THE SUBS TALK SHIT! CLOCKED OUT INK, YEAH, I SEE THAT WHIP! GOTH BOY VAMPIRE, YOU BROUGHT THE GRAVEYARD SOUND! DJ_DEVIL_DEATH CAME TO SHAKE THE UNDERGROUND! [BRIDGE — BEAT STRIPS TO ORGAN AND HEARTBEAT BASS] [MALE VOCALS — CLOSE-MIC, AMUSED] Now listen... This is the Devil tipping his hat to the vampire who made a hearse turn heads. [PAUSE] Respect where it's earned, motherfucker. Now... turn both systems up. [BASS SLAMS — VINYL SCRATCH] [FINAL VERSE — LOW, BEHIND-THE-BEAT RAP] Meet winds down, but the moon's still high, Two sets of purple lights cutting lines through the night. He turns toward the graveyard, I turn toward the flame, Two different monsters with respect for the game. No stolen crowns, just mutual respect, Two dark rides and the bass in effect. If you hear the hearse first, give that vampire his due, Then the Devil rolls past with a wicked little view. [FINAL HOOK — CRUSHING 808, DEEP CHANT] HEARSE ON THE LEFT! DEVIL ON THE RIGHT! TWO DARK RIDES OUT HERE OWNING THE NIGHT! GOTH BOY VAMPIRE! CLOCKED OUT INK! MUCH RESPECT FROM THE DEVIL — NOW LET THAT BASS HIT! [OUTRO — ENGINES IDLE, ORGAN FADES] [MALE VOCALS — GRAVELLY, LAZY] Goth Boy Vampire... That hearse is one bad motherfucker. Clocked Out Ink Entertainment... respect. Heh... next meet, save me a parking spot. Just don't park too close to my subs. DJ_DEVIL_DEATH! Hahaha... fuck it. Turn that shit up! [ENGINE RUMBLE — BASS FADES]
