[Intro – angelic choir layered with sizzling oil]
"My pleasure…" echoes forever
Organ chords... then static...
📿 “Blessed be the Lord's Sandwich.”
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[Verse 1]
Stepped inside where the floor don't stain
Cross on the wall, but it whispers pain
Smiles too wide, hair too neat
Every worker floatin’ off their feet
They call it Hell’s Chicken, behind closed lips
The kind of place where the holy script flips
The sauce is sacred, but the fryer lies
And the combo meal comes with demon cries
They hand me a bag — but it feels too warm
The waffle fries twitch like they just got born
The sauce packet reads “Repent.” in red
And my lemonade hisses like the undead
I ask, “Where’s the manager?” — they all reply
“He ascended last week into the sky.”
Cows in robes chant through the vents
“Eat more flesh... and bathe in scent.”
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[Hook – gospel chant with 808s and organ stabs]
🎵 Chick-Fil-A — where the holy fry
Burns your tongue and sanctifies
They call it Hell’s Chicken, but pray you stay
You won’t make it past Judgment Day 🎵
🎵 Chick-Fil-A — we serve what's right
Baptized in grease and Bible light
Take your combo, speak and pray
You won't make it past Sunday 🎵
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[Verse 2]
Drive-thru angel, wings of gold
Offers me nuggets that never get cold
I take a bite and see my past
Every sin deep-fried, served fast
Cow statue turns its head
Eyes like gravy, full of dread
In the bathroom, on the mirror, scrawled in sauce:
“Only He decides who gets across.”
Cashier weeps but never blinks
As my receipt bursts into pink
“Your total is your soul,” she said
“And you’ll get no refills once you’re dead.”
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[Bridge – preacher voice over trap beat]
“The chicken is sacred. The oil is divine.
You think it’s a meal — it’s a sign.
And if you dare speak ill of the Lord’s Filet…
They’ll lock the doors… and make you stay.”
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[Final Hook – full choir with demonic harmonies]
🎵 Chick-Fil-A — Heaven’s chain
But the ice machine sings of pain
Smiles divine, truth to flay
The devil’s chicken wears a halo today 🎵
🎵 Chick-Fil-A — angels serve
But the fries curve like a learning curve
Say your grace, then look away
You're the reason it's closed on Judgment Day 🎵
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[Outro – faint organ, chorus echoing “My pleasure…” backwards]
Last bite tastes like forgiveness…
Then static... and silence... forever.
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