I Can'T Be Satan's Servant

I CAN’T BE SATAN’S SERVANT. I could be an awful pimp, To sell-off girls’ womanhood cheap, Disregarding their blood-tear weep When men dragging their virginity in creep But I can’t be Satan’s servant. I could hear a beggar and skip A biggest gambler Cards to flip A notorious killer knife to stab deep To shed blood and sweep But I can’t be Satan’s servant. I could mess with girl’s right to left hip Twenty operation per day never to sleep My tongue to torture their upper to lower lip Trigger their innocent emotions to leap But I can’t be Satan’s servant. I could beat the weak with a scornful whip And cool their thirsty with water for drip, Never to let them take a nap And proud myself a guy of tiptop But I can’t be Satan’s servant