I so want to swing my fist at satan’s face
Till he regrets coming to my place
Maybe I can punch satan out cold
Like a boxer does before they move on;
I really want to kick satan’s ass
I really want to whack at baseball bat at his head
And make him regret
For the pain he has cause me to have
Is he glad;
Oh he better run because he is gonna pay
For my problems that he caused me to have
And he deserves me to beat him up real good
Till he regrets making me hurt so bad like he does;
Oh Oh it will be such a glorious day
When I can make satan hurt so good anyway
I will not feel sorry for the enemy when he’s done
And may he regret the souls he took with him;
I wish I could run him over with my car again and again
He will regret this and he will not win
I will reign supreme against this punk
And he will be done when I am done with him soon and he will not resume;