Hello Brett Michael, as you already know my names Satan and Im reading youre application and I like what Im seeing but lets just start this interview by telling me how you feel Well, my real friends dont know how to look at me, say that Ive been acting kind of strange, telling beautiful bitches to step their game up, cause they aint in my target range. Im wandering the streets alone, Im tryna find my damn self. At this rate I swear to God Ill sell my fucking soul if it means Ill get that damn wealth. Money, bitches, power, fuck it, make it rain ella, ella, ay, ay, ay, N to all you artists they the same, but to me it means getting momma up out the hood, switch that coolaid over to champange, open up the fridge, that bitch fully loaded, yeah, and you know the maserati too. I let her lick the lollipop, whip candy coated, lake side log cabin dripping paint too. What would you do if your brother stuck repeating tenth grade, mom addicted to the white, kkk, like the powder, not the real shit, half my family probably deal shit, if you hungry why the fuck wouldnt you steal shit, I been living and learning, its a cold world so to stay warm I make sure that my souls burning that can be arranged, but thats how Im feeling anyways, drink until I fucking blackout on my Henny ways. People using petty ways to make advances, in the moonlight me and Satan sharing dances, funny how its feeling like hes leading cause the futune and the fame just give me something to believe in and Im running out of time cause he cut me and Im bleeding and Im needing my friends and family to come support cause the clock is fucking running and this country is my court, fuck the game without protection, Spawn of Satan dont abort, I know some shit that could make you shit yourself, what people really do to get the wealth, but I swore Id never tell a soul awh, come on now I swore Id never sell me soul hahaha I love my Mom but I had dreams of shooting her, looking up for answers and only heard Lucifer. Brett Michael let your story be told, hand over that precious soul of yours and I promise you gold, boy, more gold than you could ever imagine, beautful bitches, the best drugs youve ever seen, all yours, just sign right here, in blood, in lust, in passion for power, in greed. I mean I guess.
ella, brett, ay, satan, soul