Oh, one of these nights at about twelve o'clock,
Some young girl's gonna be in shock.
Legs will tremble, there might be pain,
For the Lord's gonna cum from his eleven-inch thing.

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If God banged a dame, who would it be?
And would He pick a time and place
Of no disgrace for Him when all His stories
Explain it as immaculate conception?

And yeah, yeah, God feels great. Yeah, yeah, God feels good.
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah

What if God fucked one of us?
Shot His wad up one of us?
Filled that manger with Jesus,
Little heir to His throne.

If God filled her space, what did it feel like?
And was it condom-free?
If cumming meant that she would have to conceive?
His wang's like Heaven, and with Jesus she'll give thanks for child-support profits.

And yeah, yeah, God feels great. Yeah, yeah, God feels good.
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah

What if God fucked one of us?
Shot His wad up one of us?
Filled that manger with Jesus,
Little heir to His throne.
I tell you Mary rode His bone
one night when she was all alone.
My homie Joseph should have known
Jehovah's got testosterone!

And yeah, yeah, God feels great. Yeah, yeah, God feels good.
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah

What if God fucked one of us?
Shot His wad up one of us?
Filled that manger with Jesus,
Little heir to His throne,
Like a holy human clone.
I tell you Mary rode His bone
one night when she was all alone.
That's when the Christmas load was blown.
My homie Joseph should have known,
Jehovah's got testosterone!