You underestimate the type of thinker that I am
Cuz I’m the type of thinker that’s gonna shove another gram
My award? I’ll take it on a silver platter
Huh? There’s no food left on it
Fuck it! I’ll fly away
Like a Frisby but flatter

Everyone fucking scatter
This isn’t the zone for you
Nothing fucking matters
Unless you’re one of the chosen few

If you’re ready to rock
Then I’m ready to roll
Draw up the pentagram
I’ll catch us a soul

For Christmas Satan I wish for coal
Hope that all the trees and plants burn lol
Bring around the destruction and the sound of drums
Oh do you hear that?
Here he comes

Who remembers when santa was green
Can’t be me the only one who seen
Santa took a bribe and sips on his cola
Little does he know he will end up with no molar

Teeth grinding
Wearing me down
What will it take to invert this frown
I don’t know but someone might
Bring on Lucifer
He’ll give you a fright

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh
I’m shaken alright
I’ll shut up now
I didn’t intend to bite
Now I banish thee
Get out of my sight