From man to man, me to you
I’ve seen the horrible things you do
And the vile obscenities you’ve committed to
You’re as good as the grass is blue
You wrecked yourself, tore yourself, and other people as well
I’m 300% sure that you’re going to hell
As a man you’re just a shell
I’m not buying what you’re trying to sell
Your followers are insane
All you do is cause them pain
I’m done with your evil reign
All you’ve done, you’ve done in vain
You’re finished, through, over, done
I’m gonna blot you out like you blot out the sun
You can’t win, you just better run
From the guy who will win, the son of the one
