[INTRO – Eerie Music Box, Thunder, Clock Ticking] [Female Whisper] Goth Boy Vampire... [Deep Male Spoken – Suspenseful] Something's wrong inside the castle. Somebody took over Clocked Out Ink E N T. Changed the locks, took my office... Even put his name on the door. [Pause – Sinister Strings Rising] Who the hell authorized this?! [Single Cat Paw Slams Desk – Massive 808 Drop] ABBADON?! [VERSE 1 – Aggressive Trap, Punchy 808s] Walked in the castle, it's a quarter past three, Little black shadow sitting where I should be! Feet on my keyboard, tail on my phone, Acting like this entire label's his throne! Got a little nameplate, says "CHIEF EXECUTIVE," I said, "Who approved that?" He looked unimpressed! Knocked my whole schedule right onto the floor, Then scratched at the carpet like, "Get out my door!" I built this label, I paid for the lights! He's been sleeping on invoices every night! Tried to explain who the actual boss is, He pushed my coffee off the desk with his paws! [BEAT CUT – Dead Silence] [Spoken – Disbelief] You just fired me from my own office?! [CHORUS – Explosive Cinematic Trap] FOUR PAWS! BIG BOSS! RUNNING THE SHOW! Black fur, big attitude, stealing my throne! Clocked Out Ink got a king in the chair, And he doesn't pay rent but he lives like a millionaire! CEO! CEO! WHO RUNS THIS PLACE?! Little black cat with a straight little face! I could throw him out, but what would that prove? HE'S ABBADON! HE DOES WHAT HE WANTS TO! [VERSE 2 – Fast Comedic Trap Flow] Three-thirty-three, got a meeting request, He scheduled a conference, then slept through the rest! Got a spreadsheet open, every column says "TREAT," And a corporate expense for a heated cat seat! Ordered twelve towers and a golden food bowl, Put the entire castle on his personal payroll! I said, "Where's the money?" He stared at the wall, Then casually knocked my accountant's pen off! He's got a security team made of ghosts, A little black throne where he sleeps the most! Human Resources? That's apparently me! My only job's opening cans for the CEO's feast! [Sudden Bass Stop – Slow Spoken] I asked him about the quarterly report. He handed me a hairball. ... That's not a financial statement, Abbadon. [808 BASS EXPLOSION] HE GOT A BONUS FOR IT?! [CHORUS – Bigger Drums, Dark Choir] FOUR PAWS! BIG BOSS! RUNNING THE SHOW! Black fur, big attitude, stealing my throne! Clocked Out Ink got a king in the chair, And he doesn't pay rent but he lives like a millionaire! CEO! CEO! WHO RUNS THIS PLACE?! Little black cat with a straight little face! I could throw him out, but what would that prove? HE'S ABBADON! HE DOES WHAT HE WANTS TO! [BRIDGE – Slow Horrorcore, Ominous Piano, Deep Bass] [Low Male Spoken – Serious] Then one night... I found a contract on my desk. One paw print. One signature. And one very disturbing clause. [Whispered] "All ownership transfers to Abbadon... Effective immediately." [Dark Strings Swell] The lights went red, the castle shook, He gave me that little innocent look. I leaned down close, said, "Listen, my friend, This hostile takeover has gotta end!" [Complete Silence] He rolled on his back. Showed me his belly. [Spoken – Defeated] Oh, come on... That's cheating. [VERSE 3 – Double-Time Aggressive Trap] Now I'm back in the booth, trying to finish my track, But the CEO's asleep on the mixing rack! Every time I hit record, he's stepping on keys, Just deleted my verse and charged me a fee! He don't write bars, don't produce a beat, Still got executive credit on every release! Called him a freeloader, he lifted one paw, Now apparently I'm in violation of law! I said, "Little King, we've gotta discuss!" He stretched out his legs and ignored all the fuss. But when I was stressed and the whole world felt cold, That little black troublemaker climbed up to my shoulder. [BEAT SOFTENS – Warm Piano, Gentle 808] Funny how the smallest one controls this place, Got a heart full of mischief and an innocent face. I'd give him the castle, the office, the keys, Just don't let him order more cat trees! [FINAL CHORUS – Massive Cinematic Trap Finale] FOUR PAWS! BIG BOSS! RUNNING THE SHOW! Black fur, big attitude, stealing my throne! Clocked Out Ink got a king in the chair, And he doesn't pay rent but he lives like a millionaire! CEO! CEO! THE LITTLE KING RULES! Got his own regulations, don't follow the rules! I could take my office back, but why would I do that? HE'S ABBADON! AND I LOVE THAT CAT! [OUTRO – Comedic Dark Piano, Ticking Clock] [Male Spoken – Amused] Well... That's another successful day at Clocked Out Ink Entertainment. I wrote three songs. Mixed two tracks. Paid all the bills. Abbadon slept for sixteen hours. [Pause] And somehow... He's employee of the month. [Soft Object Falls Off Desk] ABBADON! THAT WAS MY GRAMMY SHELF! [Single Deep 808 Hit] [Male Spoken – Laughing] Forever clocked in... Apparently, I work for the cat. [Clock Stops]
