That's when I reached for the holy gun
I've got nothing to do but kill everyone
Go with God my child
All these bullets reconciled
All your sins with all His Grace
His holy cum upon your face
Blessings in the form of death
I waste no time and take your breath
If you had time for one last spiel
Who would you curse, who would you appeal
If you had time to show some zeal
Would you renounce or would you kneel
Would you go with the Grace of God
Or would you go and embrace a fraud
Go with God my child
All these bullets reconciled
All your sins with all His favor
His holy cock you will now savor