Dear Beelzebubba

I don’t like the lies you’re trying to make me believe.
You call me a loser
Lower my self esteem
Well I’m a child of God and I know he loves me
All of your lies and I’ll be deceived.
And I don’t like the lies you’re trying to make me believe.
You call me a loser
Lower my self esteem
Well I’m a child of God and I know he loves me
All of your lies and I’ll be deceived.
I know that I am a child of the great I Am
And I don’t care what you think
So to hell with you
I know that I am a child of the great I Am
And I don’t care what you think
So to hell (hell) with (with) you
I’m sick and tired of you listening to my generation
Suicidal tendencies all across the nation
You still can’t destroy and you teach the kids you evil
You will pay for them one day
And I do hate you
I have the to authority to step on you ‘cause you’re under my feet
Were gonna start a war were gonna bring some hate
You’re gonna get burned ‘cause you’re gonna get beat
I know that I am a child of the great I Am
And I don’t care what you think
So to hell (hell) with (with) you