I wish I could say I nailed the man to the cross

I just audit the wood and chart forest loss

I inspect the boards good, and check them for moss

Yet I wanted some fun and I am friends with the boss

Before Jesus died I got him off of that cross

I dropped him in a lake, I watched him drown

I heard he was great, thought he would run around

When he tried to climb out, I had to knock him down

No one lies to the C, you see, the C don’t fuck around

But he walked out his cave he must have faked the drown

He showed up on a mountain and stepped in the sun rise

I crept from behind and sneaked up besides

When he was done lying, the sun blinded the eyes

Then I slit his throat, fed his body to swines

And people thought he just vanished no one was ever the wise

We will be hear until the very end of times

Protecting you all, we are the fake god killing guys

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