This is a hoax.
There’s no blood on my hands.
This red you see…from the Red Sea sands.
I tried to part it but it turned too antsy.
That bastard Moses must have used something really fancy.
For my next miracle, I’ll give my best friends millions,
while mailing out free postage stamps to poor folks by the trillions.
No one has done as much for those people as me.
Amongst the poor I’m second to their great god Wayne Guthrie.
I’ve heard good things about him; it seems like he was fun.
But I’d like the cops to beat the shit out of his son,
like God did to Jeezy, Weezy and those breezy cats,
smote ’em with a thousand stones and several baseball bats.
Anyway, these bloody hands, a hoax flown by the libs.
When I get through with them, they’ll be in pampers and pink bibs.
It’s not that I hate Democrats or hope they will be killed.
Though there’s a few I’d like to see their bodies diced and milled.
It’s just with all their lying and their spying and their tricks,
I can’t have fun with anyone, gangsters, Barr or chicks.
I’d really like to stay and chat, but have to go, because,
I’m flying to the badlands to break all the COVID laws.
Happy fourth to all our fine soldiers, living or dead.
Apologize to those who had a price put on their head.