Old Town Road IV: Montero Goes To Hell

[Adverse]

He woke up in complete darkness, alone feeling vexed
His cold beads of sweat juxtaposed by the smell of smoldering flesh
In that moment, until his eyes were swollen, he wept
Pleading and wishing he had the soul back that he sold for respect
He doesn’t know where he is, but he’s feeling pain from all ways
Finally a figure emerges, spotlighted by the flaming rockscapes
It’s him.
A blood tinted being, sculpted like a colossus
Finally emerges, his chiseled muscles seemingly shredding the darkness
“Well, well...why are you surprised? You were hand picked, I let you in
Most people stumble into my clutches after a lifetime of miserable sin
But not you, you sought me, poking at a dormant beast
I seen your little music video. Oh gee. Was that supposed to be me?
They gon’ be like
‘Yo Sa, the kid probably ain’t understand the ramifications’
If he didn’t, maybe he shouldn’t have been slammin my name then
Tell me what’s this one hit wonder, unabashed faggot sensation’s
Chances matched against hell’s grand champion? GOD DAMNIT I’M SATAN
Don’t belong in the same sentence, couldn’t handle what I’m facin
The only way we’ll ever be the same is we’re both our Dad’s abominations
In life, you should’ve spent more times reading holy scripts
Instead of mocking me, didn’t you see what I did to that Bregoli bitch?
Funny you thought you could play me...cut that fuckin talk
Seduce me? Who you think wrote the book on lustful thoughts?!
But enough with the monologue, I’ve grown bored of the crap”
He put a hand on each side of the frail rappers torso n tore him in half
Blood pours from his gash, intestines and organs detach
He’s discarded to the floor like he’s trash, then everything goes black...


He woke up in complete darkness, doesn’t know where he is
A sly voice whispers through the nothingness
“Welcome to an eternity of being my bitch.”