“Making Deal with the Devil” is Goblyn at his coldest — eyes wide open, heart locked in a vault, mask cracked but smiling. This track dives into the moment you give up your soul for something bigger: power, escape, revenge, freedom. The beat slithers like temptation, drenched in heat and shadows, with Goblyn's voice weaving between whispered threats and venom-laced melody.

It's not about regret. It’s about knowing exactly what you’re doing… and doing it anyway.

Lyrics:

[Intro – Whispered, echo-laden]
Yeah...
He said the deal’s already signed...
But I ain’t see no pen in my hand.
Guess that bitch been written in blood.

[Verse 1]
I hear the whispers, they sound like me,
Voice in my skull say “Let it be.”
Offered me crowns, offered me fame,
Said all I gotta do is kill my name.

Fuck it, maybe I will, I’m done with prayin’,
Angels left me — only demons stayin’.
Burnin’ my tongue when I spit these sins,
Every rhyme a confession of where I been.

Bitch, I sold my peace for power and scars,
Now I’m smokin’ with the ghosts of who we are.
Ain’t no savior, ain’t no light,
Just me and the devil havin’ drinks tonight.

[Chorus – Haunting chant layered with low growl]
I made a deal with the devil, yeah (fuck),
Told him “don’t wait for my soul,” (nah)
He said “boy, you already home,” (home)
Now I’m burnin’ cold.
I made a deal with the devil, yeah (yeah),
Signed it right inside my mind,
Now I can’t tell what’s his or mine,
I’m losin’ time.

[Verse 2]
Got red smoke pourin’ out my lungs,
Prayin’ to a god that never comes.
Shadow in the mirror start to laugh again,
“Face it boy, I’m your only friend.”

Every hit, every high, every verse, every line,
It’s a curse, it’s a crime, it’s the cross I climb.
Told myself I’d quit but I love the flame,
What’s pain to a man who forgot his name?

He said, “take this mic, turn your grief to gold,”
Now every show feel like I sold my soul.
Crowd screamin’ loud, but I’m hollow inside,
‘Cause every cheer’s another lie I hide.

[Bridge – Whispered, distorted FX]
I feel him crawlin’ in my chest,
Every beat a fuckin’ hex,
Every breath another debt,
And I ain’t paid the price yet.

[Chorus – Final, echoed and layered with demonic voice]
I made a deal with the devil, yeah (yeah),
He’s sittin’ in the back of my skull (woo),
Whisperin’ shit that make me whole (fuck),
But I ain’t in control.
I made a deal with the devil, yeah,
And now he’s wearin’ my skin,
I keep losin’ — he keep grinnin’,
Where the fuck do I end, begin?

[Outro – Spoken, fading]
Maybe the devil ain’t down below...
Maybe he just learned to rap real slow.

Making Deal with the Devil

I create horrorcore music built from the stories I want to tell — twisted, emotional, and real. Every track dives into the darker corners of the mind, mixing vivid storytelling with haunting beats. I use AI assistance to help bring my visions to life, turning imagination into sound and nightmare into rhythm. This is all for fun — a creative space where horror, art, and insanity collide.

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.