Every time I look at you
I don’t understand
Why you’re one of the most powerful
In the land.
Your show’s more prepackaged than
Laughter that’s canned.
That folks to you listen
Blows my mind.
Still, you’ve built your brand.

You arm-pump and bray;
In tunes much of the nation.
We’ve been warned about you in the
Book of Revelation.

You’ve led many wrong. . . .

Marketing your show. . . .

Antichrist, Antichrist,
To you your minions have sacrificed.
Antichrist, superstar,
They go on show, scream, and get a car.

There’s your minion dink,
The one who’s missing a mop.
The guy’s a dick and he Phills you up
With insipid slop.
Losers listen to his _rap. ..
Put C before R—
It’s piling up in a mountain
That goes up pretty far.

At times you have been quite fat;
You’re a diet breaker.
The Beast pretends that she does good
Because she’s a faker.

You do so much wrong. . .

But the Mark don’t show. . .

Antichrist, Antichrist,
Beneath your mane’s where the Mark’s incised.
Antichrist, superstar
On newsstands, in markets, there you are. . . .