TRIGGER WARNING
Listen, God
Listen, God
I was running a cash register at my job and Lucifer came through.
You know, with his gluten free diet and what not
But yeah, he told me you’re pulling some $#%^ with him.
Knock it off
Seriously, I’ll send some of my home dawgs after you.
Listen, God
You know Jim, right?
The guy that lives in my head
You borrowed twenty dollars from him to buy a cheap video game
Pay him back, you bum
Listen, God
Lay off the pot
I mean Jesus Christ (oops, sorry, too soon?)
I went by your house and that’s all I could ######6 smell
I could smell it with my windows up
Listen, God
I saw you got a tramp stamp of your girlfriend’s name
Seriously, dude, that $#%^’s permanent
And you could have given Jim his twenty dollars instead of getting it
Seriously, God, you’re too good for her
Listen, God
You’ve got to get your life together
I mean you’re living off of the government
And you’re not getting your WIC checks after Jesus was… well, you know.
But, God, man, at least give Jim his twenty dollars.