The Devil
The devil is my mother in disguise
In case no one knew
Want to know if you’re going to heaven or hell?
Come on over, she’ll show you
My mother is the devil
Dressed in pants and blouse
People think she’s so sweet
Until she opens her mouth
I live in hell everyday
No hope to fight the demons away
My house, you can smell the fire
When she approaches the door
She is such a whore
My mother is the devil; and nothing more.
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