I love to cheat the Reaper
He's always so gloomy
He's always such a creeper

I love to lie to Hell
Burning with brimestone
Such an aweful smell

I love to trick the devil
He even laughs at that
Probely because we're on the same level

I would love to speak to god
But whatever calls him down off his lazy *** must be broken
Or maybe for him, the ground of mortals is to filthy to trod