Darkheart (Slowed)

No longer on the slang, still at the blocks we hang(whale wall)

All black tatted up, you know the fallen gang (fallen angels)

Coming out from the void, place I call home

Lost souls roam they no longer hear the tones(the fallen demons)

Lurk in shadows manipulate ya man

Everything boss moves, fakes can cut the act

Which one get faded,(I can kill that)

Darkheart ain't playin

Have ya bitch on the foil, chasin them dragons(fiend)

Every plot boils till you tastin the magnum

Chain him to the truck, down the strip drag him(skrrt skrrt)

With this trap shit halloween is immortal