You think you’re god, or maybe just a doctor
In that weird, unhinged meme that you made
Your tiny hands, with strange light emanating
Upon dead Jeffr’y Epstein gently laid.

CHORUS:
You blasphemer, we’re tired of your hubris
How vile you are. How vile you are.
You blasphemer, we’re tired of your hubris
How vile you are. How vile you are.

Another meme, you dressed up as the po-ope
You dissed Leo, you called him weak on crime
We remember, the internet’s forever
Donald we see, your soul is full of slime

(Chorus)

A photo op, at Saint John’s parish chu-urch
Where those bullets made of rubber flew,
Standing there, with Bible upside do-own
No respect, you haven’t got a clue

(Chorus)

Christ was hungry, and he was a stranger
Christ was sick, but you didn’t care
F’r what you do, unto the least of the-ese
You did to him, this He did declare.