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Remember Kids Satan Loves You
One day my parents were about to go out for a drive
Satan appeared and said, "one of you must die"
He performed some witchery with his hands
Said something foreign that my parents didn't understand
That night my mother saw something as she undressed
Lucifer's mark was burned upon her breast
The next day my father was relaxing in the tub
A creature flew in the window, named Beelzebub
Satan arrives in many forms
Not just a man with red devil horns
The creature brought in a recipe for maple walnut fudge
The ingredients were baby embryos and ocean filled sludge
My mother was forced to bake and had to eat what she made
She became violently ill, my father started to prey
The next day she served curdled milk and burnt toast
My father became sick, he was as white as a ghost
Within a week they began to recover
My father looked ok, but not so much my mother
She looked possessed, hypnotized and acted strange
Mom created dolls of her neighbors, boy she was acting deranged
She stuck them full of tacks and pins
They experienced frightful pains, beneath their skin
They all died one day at a time
Lucifer laughed, no one was charged with a crime
Next he encouraged mom to murder dad
She began to ridicule him, saying he's pathetic & sad
The next day dad was outside praying near the pool
She came up behind him and did something real cruel
Mom pushed him into the pool as he smacked his head
She electrocuted his ass, now he's pronounced dead
Mom had no clue what she was in for next
Satan removed the ongoing hex
She snapped out of it, realized what she has done
She let out a scream, she was also pregnant with a son
On the 6th day of June in the year 06
A son was born, underneath the inverted crucifix
As soon as mom gave birth, Satan pulled her by the hair
Through the roof they went, into his lair
The end had come, and this was it
Lucifer dropped her into the flaming pit
I miss my mom, her life was once filled with glee
The son she had with Satan, is no other then me
Satan appeared and said, "one of you must die"
He performed some witchery with his hands
Said something foreign that my parents didn't understand
That night my mother saw something as she undressed
Lucifer's mark was burned upon her breast
The next day my father was relaxing in the tub
A creature flew in the window, named Beelzebub
Satan arrives in many forms
Not just a man with red devil horns
The creature brought in a recipe for maple walnut fudge
The ingredients were baby embryos and ocean filled sludge
My mother was forced to bake and had to eat what she made
She became violently ill, my father started to prey
The next day she served curdled milk and burnt toast
My father became sick, he was as white as a ghost
Within a week they began to recover
My father looked ok, but not so much my mother
She looked possessed, hypnotized and acted strange
Mom created dolls of her neighbors, boy she was acting deranged
She stuck them full of tacks and pins
They experienced frightful pains, beneath their skin
They all died one day at a time
Lucifer laughed, no one was charged with a crime
Next he encouraged mom to murder dad
She began to ridicule him, saying he's pathetic & sad
The next day dad was outside praying near the pool
She came up behind him and did something real cruel
Mom pushed him into the pool as he smacked his head
She electrocuted his ass, now he's pronounced dead
Mom had no clue what she was in for next
Satan removed the ongoing hex
She snapped out of it, realized what she has done
She let out a scream, she was also pregnant with a son
On the 6th day of June in the year 06
A son was born, underneath the inverted crucifix
As soon as mom gave birth, Satan pulled her by the hair
Through the roof they went, into his lair
The end had come, and this was it
Lucifer dropped her into the flaming pit
I miss my mom, her life was once filled with glee
The son she had with Satan, is no other then me
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