My Satan Poem Lyrics - Bif Naked

Satan shows up on TV every Sunday morning 

I would have kissed her once again but I found her rather boring 

To listen to his messages 

Is like licking razor blades 

Seems like every time I play my hand shits commn' up in spades 

My clothing's nothing buy miss matched 

As you can see I broke my arm 

The FUCKER swore to take care of me 

But he only brought me harm 

The blueberries on my toast 

Are red and stale and rotten 

You ask me what all their names were and its guaranteed id forgotten 

If she could only anticipate the damage that's begun 

I would have caught the flight with her but im too tired to run 

When you find my naked body 

Please do heed my warning 

Satan shows up on TV every Sunday morning