R.A. The Rugged Man - Montero (Call Me By Your Name) (R.A. The Rugged Man Remix) lyrics

[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 [?] 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 sh*t 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 co*k loose Cancel Mr. Potato, we 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 Six, 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 fu*k Meghan, take her from the Duke of Sussex And kick you up your ass with a sham Puma When I kick 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