[ Bad Raps ] Satan Is The Bulge In My wrestling Tights

    
I object to the effect of letting myself      
get hot under the collar, totally tropical      
as you try to resurrect yourselves      
within the arena of my forum topic      
in this pitiful pilgrimage, remaking yourself    
in God's image, seeing it fit      
to hoot 'n' holler nonsensical lyrics      
Taking well deserved licks      
is the righteous atop a crucifix      
Indecisional fits, sittin on the fence      
torn between which cheek to turn---      
same as money changers who never learn      
Their tables for two? I turn over on you!      
Aight, now be gone in the night      
or by the crack of dawn.  Conclusion foregone      
I'll beat you and your Manager down      
and in a drive-by through town, dump your carcass  
in a daycare manger on the neighbor's front lawn      
Leave you bruised and battered---      
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!      
Jesus      
Just crawl behind another rock      
and let it this rap finally die already