[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]