BASS CULT — TRIPLE‑TIME BERSERKER EDITION [Intro – Fractured Scream Surge] YEAH—BASS CULT! Pulse overload, overload, overload— 808 detonate, detonate, detonate— No survivors… only the shockwave! [Verse 1 – Triple‑Time Frenzy] I go berserker with the burner, every word a murder‑script, You’re a server full of errors, I’m a further‑furnace crypt. I’m the whirlwind, war‑spin, tearing through your core‑skin, You’re a floor‑thin porcelain toy—easy to force in. My cadence is a cannon in a spiral‑pattern landslide, Yours is like a mannequin collapsing on the band‑side. I’m the rapture‑rapid rapper with the fracture‑pattern static, You’re a captured‑fabric actor with a lack‑of‑passion habit. Every syllable’s a sickle when I swing it in succession, You’re a pitiful peripheral, a glitch in my procession. I’m the cult‑crowned catalyst, the bass‑god manifest, You’re a half‑thought mannequin, a crash‑log accident. Shockwaves ricochet, split your whole brigade, I invade airwaves with a plague‑grade blade. I’m the drop‑lord, stomping through your weak foundation, You’re the prop‑fraud, flopping in the peak vibration. [Chorus – Berserker Chant] BASS CULT! Stomp ’em with the blast! BASS CULT! Turn the whole scene to ash! Triple‑time terror when the frequencies clash— We worship the rumble, every rival gets smashed! BASS CULT! 808 from hell! BASS CULT! Ring the death knell! Your melody melts when distortion swells— Bow to the underground or fall where you fell! [Verse 2 – Maximum Velocity / No Breathing Room] I’m the triple‑time tyrant with a violent kind of timing, You’re a scribble‑line try‑hard, dying while you’re rhyming. My delivery’s artillery, a million‑hit ability, Your mimicry’s a misery, a minimal fragility. I’m the bass‑born barbarian, burying your arrogance, You’re a vague‑form variant, barely even relevant. I spit spiral‑shaped fire, wired like a war‑drone, You spit tired‑fake lines, dying in the floor‑tone. Every kick’s a killing blow, every snare a guillotine, Your streams flatline like a dead‑signal figurine. I’m the industry’s reckoning, wrecking every weak link, You’re the algorithm’s afterthought, sinking when the beats hit. Metal in my bloodstream, trap in my core‑design, Marching with the cult‑legion, seizing the borderline. Every step’s a shockburst, every chant a war‑drum, Bass Cult rises—every false king undone. [Bridge – Ritual Slow‑Down / Underlayer Frenzy] BREAK… IT… DOWN… (underlayer: trtrtrtrtrtrtrtrtrtrtrtrtrtrtrtrtr) No mercy. No survivors. Feel your ribs cave in— THIS IS THE BASS CULT. [Final Chorus – Layered Berserker Screams] BASS CULT! Stomp ’em with the blast! BASS CULT! Turn the whole scene to ash! Kingdom of distortion—eternal the wrath, We live for the drop—other artists get slashed! BASS CULT! Forever we reign! BASS CULT! Through pleasure and pain! Bass blast your idols till nothing remains… BASS CULT! [Outro] Cult… cult… cult… Bass forever.
