Are you The Devil’s Advocate or just The Devil?
Couldn’t even wait for the flames to settle
Got your trident aimed at my throat
Tips are on fire, let’s see a little smoke
You’re not the fun kind of devil like in heavy metal
You’re Adam Cole’s kind: an underwhelming level
Couldn’t scream your way out of a wet paper bag
The only words you know are “whore” and “fag”
Tell me about every grievance you’ve got
Don’t bother with the tissues for your tears and snot
Yell me down until your throat goes raw
Because nothing you say is against the law
Neither is carrying a pair of 45’s
Use them on poor people in order to “survive”
Tuck them in your pockets when a CEO
Comes around the corner, says “Cheerio!”
I guess being The Devil is a pretty sweet gig
Got enough privilege to own all the libs
Own every politician in a thousand mile radius
Still a mystery when you ask, “Why they hating us?”
Self-awareness is not one of your strong suits
Self-reflection isn’t deep enough to get at the root
Live life on easy mode, low-hanging fruit
You got the real-life version of block and mute
You get life advice from a fantasy novel
Two millenniums ago, Jesus was the role model
Just imagine if it was a whole different book
That Moms of Liberty didn’t already cook
Dragons and elves on all of the shelves
Orcs and ogres until the final page is over
Kingdoms modeled after communism
Personal stories about kids with autism
But why should we take those at face value
When they can be an excuse to disembowel you
When they can be a reason to take the Red Pill
When they can be weapons, not pulp at the paper mill
The Devil’s Advocate can steal all the stories
Turn a gay bar into a bloodbath so gory
Put the powerful in power and call them Tories
Pose in front of the flag that we call Old Glory
What a day to be alive in 2025
Where human rights come with fistfights
Where hospital bills break all of our wills
“Let’s have a conversation across the whole nation”
