[Intro: Sample]
We must burn those records tonight!
We threw the album in the, uh, in the fire
And we heard the sounds of screaming, and we saw spirits that sort of came up out of the smoke and went into the sky
And everybody had exposed and condemn and call out these agents of
Satanic sorcery among us, agents like
These guys

[Verse 1: R.A. The Rugged Man]
I sound-bomb decibels and shock jock festivals
I gouge eyeballs, snap necks and stomp testicles
'80s rap music somehow summoned assassins
And the kids were corrupted during the coming attractions
It's the Satanic panic, playin' Dungeons & Dragons
VHS porn form reproductive patterns
Like it's Led Zeppelin, "Stairway to Heaven" backwards
I'm goin' X-Clan, back To the East, Blackwards
The bible belt chit-chatter like the shit matter
Did they care when "call me Lucifer" was said by Mick Jagger?
As we brainwash the children with these different religions
As the theories from conspiracies turn to predictions
As the plot thickens, passports and COVID restrictions
And bootlickers smear the names of brutality victims
So what's the bigger threat? Nas X' Satanic sneaker?
Or leavin' kids at the church with the Catholic preacher?
Pepé Le Pew animated, cartoon cock loose
Cancel Mr. Potato, he gave head to Dr. Seuss
That's the slop I produce, triple-fat, rock the goose
Shock jock house party, guns out, shot the roof
Yes, I heard the scream from the blasphemer loudly
Jay-Z rockin' that Aleister Crowley
No stripes, bottom-of-the-totem-pole broke whites
When I hold mics, I murder civilians like drone strikes
6-6-6 Minutes, Doug E Fresh wreck stages
Trump gone, but kids still locked in cages
Stay safe
[Chorus: Lil Nas X]
Call me when you want, call me when you need
Call me in the morning, I'll be on the way
Call me when you want, call me when you need
Call me out by your name, I'll be on the way, like

[Verse 2: R.A. The Rugged Man]
Yes, the music industry had the negative effects
Back when artists had to have sex with record execs
The government comin', best to get protectin' your necks
It's not the threat of Lil Nas X dressin' in a dress
Marijuana possession could end your life suddenly
Rest in peace Marvin Scott, died in cop custody
The Al-Qaeda Hellraiser, headbanger, hell-slayer
Pimp slap Mary, kidnap the baby in the manger
Texas Chain Ed Gein ya, iron maiden death chamber
I'll beat your ass like I'm Rand Paul's neighbor
Big L - "Devil's Son", Jack Chick comic strips
Mafia, Three 6, witchcraft, Stevie Nicks
Triple Redd, Uzi, Judas Priest suicide missions
The Christian depictions, the hypocrite politicians
Askin', "Who killed Epstein? Is it Trump or the Clintons?"
These rappers talk tough, but they be softer than Bernie mittens
If I did witchcraft and had magic potions
I'd get the ghost of George Floyd to haunt Candace Owens
I'll be The Bachelor, snatch Cleopatra from the Romans
I'll make a airplane with Derek Chauvin crash in the oceans
And I don't care if this man bangs Satan for the clicks
I'll fuck Meghan, take her from the Duke of Sussex
And kick you up your ass with a sham Puma
When I spit black humor, they're like, "Step back, booma!"
Legendary Man Loser, out the rap sewer
This the United States, land of the mass shooter
Stay safe
[Chorus]
Call me when you want, call me when you need—

[Outro: Sample]
I've had parents explain to me, "Well, I let my teenager listen to rock music because that's all he'll listen to"
Let me tell you sumth—
The lyrics to real rock music is nothing more than Satanic cyanide
Get it out of your house, throw it out, and burn it
It has no place in the house of the righteous