You are an [bad word]  You're the worst kind of worm
That have crawled out of the ground
Your existence I'm sorry to say is everywhere
On the new job & on the beach, I find you there
The Antichrist is born of a Jackal they say
It seems that you've been born the same way
I can tell that You didn't plan to go far
I just want to know, who the [bad word] You are
You suck the bosses [bad word]  a sad shape
You put the poor ones down, a human fake
Your whole life is a masquerade
All You are looking for: better grade
The whole creation knows, You're Satan's slave
Who doesn't realise his sorrow & pain
child of the grave
I tell You there ain't no use in denying
Life's short & one day You are dying
Then You stand trial to the maker
What will You say to the giver & taker
You believe the lies that fills your head
All I say is let the dead bury the dead
I'll tell what will be, Your biggest fear
No one will remember Your name
You weren't here