My Wonderful Evening with God

God, I’m gonna fucking kill you
I’m gonna write your death upon a page
Just like the way that you were made
And yeah, I know
That I can’t kill what isn’t there
So I’ll beat and stab the air
While you all mourn your best imaginary friend
I got down on my knees like I was 'bout to suck some dick
That’s what you do right? (When you call to him) I’ve heard that was the trick
I said «imaginary guy up in the sky that answers prayers
Come over tonight I’ve got some grievances to air»
He showed up at my doorstep with a case of bottled water
And he magically converted all them bottles into lager
I waited then I slipped some GHB inside his drink
And then began to waterboard him by my kitchen sink
God, I’m gonna fucking kill you
I’m gonna write your death upon a page
Just like the way that you were made
And yeah, I know
That I can’t kill what isn’t there
So I’ll beat and stab the air
While you all mourn your best imaginary friend
God, I’m gonna fucking kill you
I’m gonna wake that zombie son of yours
The one you didn’t even score to reproduce
Another lie from in a book
A pregnant virgin what a slut
I know you know this is ridiculous as hell
I dragged him by his pimp robe that you always claim he wears
And then I ripped his hipster beard out slowly hair by hair
I want you all to listen while I list these torturous tasks
'Cause next I took a crucifix and shoved it in a drawer
I kicked his teeth in, made sure that I gave him quite a beating
Then I bludgeoned him with a barbered-wire bat like my name was Negan
Doused him with some gasoline and sprayed him with some mace
Whispered in his ear «amen» then set that bitch ablaze
God, I’m gonna fucking kill you
I’m gonna write your death upon a page
Just like the way that you were made
And yeah, I know
That I can’t kill what isn’t there
So I’ll beat and stab the air
While you all mourn your best imaginary friend
God, I’m gonna fucking kill you
I’m gonna wake that zombie son of yours
The one you didn’t even score to reproduce
Another lie from in a book
A pregnant virgin what a slut
I know you know this is ridiculous as hell
So don’t you tell me
You need a god to go on
'Cause if we had none
We’d all finally get along
So don’t you tell me
You need a god to go on
'Cause if we had none
We’d all finally get along
So don’t you tell me
You need a god to go on
'Cause if we had none
We’d all finally get along
So don’t you tell me
You need a god to go on
'Cause if we had none
We’d all finally get along
So don’t you tell me
You need a god to go on
'Cause if we had none
We’d all finally get along
So don’t you tell me
You need a god to go on
'Cause if we had none
We’d all finally get along