I slam you, the unbeliever
I slam anyone who objects
I slam them as rejects
I tell people I am the one
Who spoke to Gabriel the redeemer
I slam anyone who suspects
That I am an evil schemer
I could not read or write
But my wife wrote down my shite
I liked underage girls
And in my mind
I ruled the world
So they all obeyed
Whenever I called
Or I slam them as I preyed
I've spread my wicked ideas
Across the planet
Travelling down through the years
Just as I planned it
By making the gullible
Endlessly repeat my schemes
Lest I slam them into rubble
So they wander like in dreams
Fearing I slam I slam them into trouble.
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