Some people sell their soul.
Goblyn read the contract — and signed it twice.

Deal with the Devil is temptation turned into a trap anthem. Over a sinister, bass-heavy beat, Goblyn lays out what it really means to trade your soul — not for money, but for escape, power, and control. It's seductive, dangerous, and full of sharp-toothed confidence. This track isn’t about regret. It’s about owning the price.

The devil ain’t in the details.
He’s in the booth.

Deal with the Devil

I don’t make music to be famous. I make it so I don’t lose my fuckin’ mind.
Every verse I drop is a piece of me I’m tryin’ to bury — or resurrect. I wear this cracked mask ‘cause I ain’t tryna show the world my face… I’m showin’ it my scars.

I’ve been stalked by my own thoughts since I was a kid — insomnia, rage, regret, voices that don’t shut up. So I put ‘em on beats. I don’t spit for the crowd. I spit for the shadows. My sound? Dark club trap dipped in paranoia, smeared with melody and madness.

Sometimes I sing. Sometimes I scream. Sometimes I don’t say a word — just let the silence talk for me.
Call me Goblyn. Just don’t turn the lights off.