[Intro]
*Heavy bassline pulses under distorted synths, a haunting whistle echoes in the distance*
[Verse 1]
Step into the shadows where the bassline crawls,
Neon lights flicker, phonk grips the walls.
Drums hit sinister, whispers in the haze,
Ain’t no escape when the rhythm’s your maze.
Screamin’ through the void, Memphis soul on repeat,
Subwoofer heartbeats, drag your soul to the street.
Blacked-out Cadillac, tires screech in the night,
Phonk don’t play gentle—it’s a sonic fistfight.
[Chorus]
Feel it in your chest, let the darkness rise,
Phonk ain’t a sound—it’s a demon in disguise.
Bass so thick it bleeds, synths cut like a k***e,
Drownin’ in the groove, lost to the night.
[Verse 2]
Graveyard groove shift, samples twist and decay,
Old-school vinyl crackles, but the b**t don’t stray.
Smoke fills the room, shadows start to sway,
Phonk’s the preacher, and the bassline’s the pray.
Echoes of the past, 90s grit in the mix,
Cowbell clangs like hell’s door, chaos in the fix.
Move slow, let the reverb pull you under,
Phonk’s the thunder, and your pulse is the plunder.
[Bridge]
*Instrumental breakdown: distorted 808s drop deeper, a lone trumpet wails*
[Outro]
*Bass fades into static, leaving only the echo of a distant whistle*
