Shadow Bass Ritual

[Intro] Vocal chops slice the air, cold and precise, Ain’t no mercy here in the devil’s device. Gritty streets hum with a venomous trance, Darker than the void, we advance, advance. Memphis flow drips with a sinister crunch, Skull-rattling lows—every b**t’s a p***h. Chains rattle, the night’s got a price to pay, We ride the void till the sky cracks gray. [Outro]