I'm listening to the devil's music

Since your angels can only throw rocks.

You say he is anarchic; he is acerbic.

I say he is a thinker who leads the dark flocks.

You say he is pathetic; he is alcoholic.

I say he is a demon who knocks with mocks.

He is no orthodox, and he can't be.

He can't kneel or plea for mercy.

He gives me power to fight back.

He teaches me how to smack haters'ass

By a catalysmal swish wisecrack.

Merci, but we love deliver a controversy.

If you want to be classy, just join the class.