**[Intro]** *(Spoken, like a cult chant over heavy bass)* In the shadows of the gym, where the devils lift... All hail Tatan, the king of the grift! **[Verse 1: The Look-Alike Devil]** Yo, Andrew Tate, bald head shining like a curse, Looks just like Anton LaVey, but skipped the hearse. LaVey rocked the goatee, preached free love and sin, Hedonism parties, let the good times begin. But Tate? Nah, he's LaVey on steroids and rage, Protein powder piled high, trapped in a cage. Black suits and red pills, preaching "women obey," While LaVey laughed at norms, Tate makes 'em pay. Satan's showman vs. the misogynist clown, One built a church of fun, the other's tearing it down. **[Chorus]** All hail Tatan! (Tatan!) Buffed-up evil spawn! More powder than LaVey, more hate from dusk till dawn! All hail Tatan! (Tatan!) King of the toxic throne! Hedonism's twisted twin, but colder to the bone! *(Echo: Protein shakes and broken dreams... All hail!)* **[Verse 2: The Evil Upgrade]** LaVey wrote the Bible, Satanic rules so slick, Free love, indulgence—yeah, that was his trick. No chains on desire, just live wild and free, But Tate flips the script: "Bitches, bow to me!" He's the asshole upgrade, evil 2.0, Human trafficking whispers, but he calls it "the flow." LaVey partied with stars, no hate in his game, Tate's locked in Romania, playing blame and shame. More evil? Hell yeah, with Bugattis and flex, LaVey's ghost is laughing: "Kid, you're a trainwreck!" **[Bridge: The Roast Breakdown]** *(Slower, building intensity)* Anton sipped wine, embraced the carnal delight, Tate chugs pre-workout, screams into the night. One said "Indulge thyself," the other "Submit or die," Tatan's the devil we deserve—under that alpha lie. Protein piles higher, but the soul's on empty, LaVey had charisma, Tate's just petty and empty. **[Chorus]** All hail Tatan! (Tatan!) Buffed-up evil spawn! More powder than LaVey, more hate from dusk till dawn! All hail Tatan! (Tatan!) King of the toxic throne! Hedonism's twisted twin, but colder to the bone! *(Fade out with chants: Tatan... Tatan... All hail the fraud!)* **[Outro]** *(Whispered)* In the end, LaVey's legacy lingers with a grin, Tate's just a meme—evil, but paper-thin.
