Satan Is The Bulge In My Wrestling

Satan Is The Bulge In My Wrestling Tights


I object
To the effect of letting myself
Getting hot under the collar
Tropical
As you try to resurrect yourselves
Within the arena of my forum topic
Yawl in this pitiful pilgrimage
Trying to remake yourself in God's image
Seeing it fit
To hoot 'n' holler your lyrical nonsense
Taking well deserved licks
Is the righteous atop their crucifixes
Can't make a decision
Sitting on the fence
Split
Torn between which cheek to turn
In a fit of weakness
Like moneychangers who never learn
These tables for two
I now turn over on you
In the fabled Temple of Ass
Holiness begats you alright
Now be gone in the night
Or by the crack of dawn
The conclusion is foregone
I'll beat you and your Manager down
And in a drive-by through town
Dump your carcass in a manger on a front lawn
Leave you bruised and battered
Along with your used car salesman of an ego
Shattered
Ergo the sum
E Pluribus Unum
One for the Father
Two for the Ghost
Three to get ready, Son
Join the Heavenly Host
Ask for a sign from Mount Sinai
From I Am
The God of Abraham
Pray to be Raptured
Beam you aboard
Prepare to be William Shatnered
I'm bored with you
Jesus,
Just crawl behind another rock
And let it this rap finally die already