[INTRO — THE PULPIT] (Church organ fades in through heavy distortion. Distant thunder. A slow 808 begins pulsing.) (Deep, gravelly whisper): Alright, sinners... Take your seats. Ain't no preacher coming tonight... The Devil got the microphone. (Low chuckle) Ha... Turn the bass up. Let the sermon begin. [VERSE 1 — THE GOSPEL OF HELL] I ain't here to save you, I ain't here to make you whole, I'm here to tell you every story Has a price attached to the soul. You came looking for answers, I came carrying the truth, You wanted somebody perfect... Motherfucker, look at you. Everybody got a secret, Everybody got a sin, Everybody wants forgiveness Till the consequences begin. I don't judge your broken pieces, I just know where they belong, You can hide behind your prayers... But the Devil hears them all. (Ad-lib): Amen... motherfucker. [PRE-CHORUS] Raise your hands if you've been betrayed, Raise your voice if you've been burned, Raise your glass to every lesson That the hard way ever taught you to learn. You don't need a halo... You don't need a throne... Just remember who you became When everybody left you alone. [CHORUS — THE TRAP LORD SERMON] WELCOME TO THE TRAP LORD SERMON! 808s shaking every church in Hell! I ain't preaching about Heaven—I'm telling you what I know, If you're walking through the darkness, motherfucker, walk it slow. WELCOME TO THE TRAP LORD SERMON! Purple smoke rising while the organ bells ring! I don't need your worship, I don't need your praise, I'm the Devil on the pulpit—now watch me set the stage! (Ad-libs): AMEN! FUCK IT! SAY IT AGAIN! HA! [VERSE 2 — LESSONS FROM THE DEVIL] Lesson one... Never trust a smiling face When the knife is getting sharper Every time they say your name. Lesson two... Don't confuse forgiveness With forgetting what they did, Some doors deserve to stay locked... That's how you learn to live. Lesson three... Never beg somebody Who already chose to leave, If they couldn't see your value... Let 'em choke on what they need. Lesson four... When they think you're fucking finished, That's exactly when you rise, Let 'em celebrate your funeral... Then walk back through the smoke alive. (Deep laugh) You wanted wisdom? There it fucking is. [PRE-CHORUS 2] Some of you came here broken, Some came carrying rage, Some came looking for redemption... I came carrying the bass. So leave your guilt at the doorway, Leave your fear upon the floor, If you've survived everything behind you... You ain't who you were before. [CHORUS] WELCOME TO THE TRAP LORD SERMON! 808s shaking every church in Hell! I ain't preaching about Heaven—I'm telling you what I know, If you're walking through the darkness, motherfucker, walk it slow. WELCOME TO THE TRAP LORD SERMON! Purple smoke rising while the organ bells ring! I don't need your worship, I don't need your praise, I'm the Devil on the pulpit—now watch me set the stage! [BRIDGE — THE CONFESSION] (Everything drops except organ, ticking percussion, and a distant bass rumble.) They call me evil... Maybe I am. They call me heartless... Maybe that's what surviving made me. But I've been buried underneath my own mistakes And still crawled back out. I've watched people disappear... I've watched promises turn into lies... I've watched love become a weapon... And I learned something. You don't become the Devil overnight. Sometimes... Hell is just what happens when you survive long enough to stop being afraid of it. (Long pause.) Now... Turn the bass back up. [FINAL CHORUS — THE CONGREGATION] WELCOME TO THE TRAP LORD SERMON! 808s shaking every church in Hell! I ain't preaching about Heaven—I'm telling you what I know, If you're walking through the darkness, motherfucker, walk it slow. WELCOME TO THE TRAP LORD SERMON! Purple smoke rising while the organ bells ring! I don't need your worship, I don't need your praise, I'm the Devil on the pulpit—now watch me set the stage! WELCOME TO THE TRAP LORD SERMON! Everybody in the Underworld sing! You survived the fire, now wear it like a crown, If Hell couldn't break you... TURN THAT FUCKING BASS UP NOW! (Massive 808 drop) AMEN! HA! FUCK IT! [OUTRO — DISMISSAL] (Organ slowly distorts into a deep bass drone.) (Gravelly whisper): The sermon is over... You can leave whenever you want. (Pause) But Hell's got your address. Ha... Class dismissed, motherfuckers.
