For the devil
There is no lower level
How far do you think
A skink can sink ?
There’s no bigger smile
Than the crocodile’s
There is no funk when
You’re a skunk
At the bottom of the class
An “F” is pass
There is no truth
Where lies are proof
There is no beauty
In the devil’s booty
To a coward
Every devil towers
To a brave man
Death’s to be a slave hand
Low to a snake’s
When the pavement bakes
When there is no hole
To hide his soul
Those who don’t self lead
Will expose self need
Those who run toward fun
Soon are fun for none
Those who live by guns
Will be killed by ones
There is no beauty
In the devil’s booty
Those who think they see
Often blind they be
Chickens think they fly
But were born to fry
Those who call others nerds
Soon will clean their turds
Those who claim to players
Tend to crack in layers
Those who claim to get high
Tend to try to get by
Those who treat life as a game
Soon Life will tame
To a pig chocolate fudge
Tastes just like mud.
There is no beauty
In the devil’s booty