I Don't Hate Fags, God Does

Wait a second, God's last name really isn't Damn It?
Does he smell like cheese to you?
Does he like hospital food?
Did he let his meat loaf?
It tastes dull like dog shit.
I don't accept wooden coins.
Don't call me, I'll call you.

I always eat supper before I say grace.

I can see some skid marks on his forehead.
So tell me why freedom fries still come with his salty shake?
Why don't you do something with those chapped lips?
Use that old piss pump down in Douche Can Alley.

I always eat supper before I say grace.

Egg sucker.
Cheap fucker.
Easter bunny, weighs ten pounds with greasy chin.
Friend of some bastard child.
Eats boiled crows.
Sucks his own toes, and nobody knows.
Sucking eggs, spreading his legs.

Goes from his asshole to his dinner table hiding all his wooden coins, in every god damn hole.

Ease off the salami dry-land sailor.
Drive your ducks to a puddle, and watch them drown.
HA HA HA!