Baby Satan

Guess who's back?
Baby Satan, born again, horny as sin
Horns are stickin' in pussy skin, where to begin
Sperm to a worm, then I die again
Slurped and burped into the fryin' pan
Day we're born, we're fuckin' dyin' man
I can't wait to fuckin' die again
See Phil Spector and all of my friends
I can't wait to fuckin' burn my hands
On the gates of Hell when they let me in
Bum rush that shit with my dick on swole
Set fire to my soul
I can't wait to confess my love for the human race
A very gracious host, a very spacious place
I must say, thanks for all the drugs
But now I'm throwin' the dueces, this life is useless
Either God's a doofus or he's crazy as Dr. Suess is (what?)
But I'll be back in two bits, huge dick, not givin' two shits
When your Ouija board says show me your tits
Guess who it is?

I'm born again, I'm back
I'm feelin' like a snack
Been around the block a few times
Six-sixty-six in fact
I'm born again, I'm back
I'm feelin' like a snack
Been around the block a few times
Six-sixty-six in fact
Baby Satan's back, y'all
I saved up a hell of a nut
Haters say that I ain't real
But I feel like a million bucks
Baby Satan's back, y'all
This bag is about to burst
This fuckin' Earth just went from bad to worse

I'll be standin' in judgement someday
But I'm standin' in dog shit right now
It's a sin to rap on a Sunday?
Let a motherfucker strike me down
Not scared of the lightning, delighted that I might be
Worth a moment of attention
From a God that's too fake to mention
Is this Hell or a parallel dimension?
All alone on my throne, Slayer tapes, animal bones
24/7 disgusting porn, nobody asked if I wanna be born
Baby Satan, free at last
Be careful where you're stickin' that ass
Baby girl you better do the damn thang
Baby Satan's goin' out with a bang
You motherfuckers better stay away
From the Gateway mall before I kill you all
When you hear "Blaze of Glory" on the intercom, hit the fuckin' deck
Think I'm playin', better get your fuckin' pretzels and shit before I spray the walls
You can call me Swamp Thing - 'cause I'm hung like Shrek

I'm born again, I'm back
I'm feelin' like a snack
Been around the block a few times
Six-sixty-six in fact
I'm born again, I'm back
I'm feelin' like a snack
Been around the block a few times
Six-sixty-six in fact
Baby Satan's back, y'all
I saved up a hell of a nut
Haters say that I ain't real
But I feel like a million bucks
Baby Satan's back, y'all
This bag is about to burst
This fuckin' Earth just went from bad to worse
Baby Satan's back, y'all
I saved up a hell of a nut
Haters say that I ain't real
But I feel like a million bucks
Baby Satan's back, y'all
This bag is about to burst
This fuckin' Earth just went from bad to worse



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Writer(s): Chase Dingle
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