Based upon my short story No Breasts, Just Hell. The beat is Playa Fly's 'Here Fly Come'
Story behind the song
Promotion for the story that I had put up on a few sites a while back, all defunct as of now.
Lyrics
Saw red, man, in the mirror and turned pale like a bucket
An axe swinging from his hand, woulda been nailed but I ducked it
Now I'm diving in the glass, I mean flying down a path
Next, landing on my ass, vexed, surrounded by ash
Climbing to a plateau, but without a plan, though
Saw a demon and screamin tard, but it's just Big R, so…
On with my journey yearning for that axe to use it
Saw a demon squirming from the ass of a crass man in a tunic
Then I met Milton Berle in one of those suits that suited him
And a demoness in torn dress, wonderin what she’d do to him
She grabbin 12 inches, greedier than 12 Grinches
Needier than 12 bitches, kneeding Berle like doughy knishes
Reaching down into my britches, then out comes the worm
I did a turn like a perm, and scattered like ashes from urns
Wound up in heaven, where they like their bread unleavened
Where they big on triple sevens, and sticky pedophiliac reverends
That boy blowing like a fan, thought "oh boy" then I ran
That's some shit that God should damn, so I'm yelling "Goddamn!"
Next thing I know I'm back in Hell surrounded by brimstone
So hot in fact if I wore a hat it'd leave the brim soaked
Came across Beelzebub and a group of his buds
Lashing souls in half then reattaching the nubs
Now I'm having enough, thinkin I missed that girl
Should be packing up, but huh? It's Mister Berle!
"Uncle Miltie, good to see ya, now do ya know that creatcha?"
"The dragon over there? That’s Tiamat, one of the leadas
Definitely one of the elitest, but why you want to know?"
"You see that axe over there, I wanna jack that hoe"
So he gave me a plan, I got a monster to mash
Now I'm crappin on that dragon, then dashin from the crash
Like I'm slamming on the gas, ran back to my patna
Saw hell turn to chaos, Beelz turn red like a lobsta
He flew to the crew that was heckling Tiamat
Left his axe, imagine that, like it’s fate I'm having that
Ran and grabbed that joint, thanked Berle who planned it
then darted like a point, makin out like a bandit
