Modernist Disgrace




The Big BORer (Bishop of Rome)

 Hello babies, this is the Big BORer speaking
Ha Ha Ha, O you obedient things
Do I what?
Will I what?
O Baby, you know what I like

 Modernist disgrace with an angry face
And M'Faith hanging down
That stumble when I walk
Insults in my talk
Taking the Church to the ground
There ain't nothing in the world
Like a BOR who's a squirrel
Makes me act so funny
Makes me spend your money
Catechesis real loose, makes me step like a goose
More heresies - O baby, you know what I like

 What's that girls?
Butt
Butt
Butt
You're a fag?
Butt
O, girls just go date
O baby, you know what I like

 Modernist disgrace with an angry face
And M'Faith hanging down
That stumble when I walk
Insults in my talk
Taking the church to the ground
There ain't nothing in the world
Like a BOR who's a squirrel
Makes me act so funny
Makes me spend your money
Catechesis so loose, makes me step like a goose
More heresies- O Baby you know what I like

What's that obedients
My heresies number eight?
It's the Faith I hate
But, baby, I gots all your money
Ha Ha Ha
All right it's also you who I hate

 Modernist disgrace with an angry face
And M'Faith hanging down
That stumble when I walk
Insults in my talk
Taking the church to the ground
There ain't nothing in the world
Like a BOR who's a squirrel
Makes me act so funny
Makes me spend your money
Catechesis so loose,  makes me step like a goose
More heresies - O, baby, you know what I like




















































































What’s that honey
Your faith I hate
Its all fate
But baby I gots all your money
Ha ah aha
All right its you I hate



Hello babies, Yeah, this is the Big BOR speakin'
Ha ha ha ha ha, oh you mean things
Do I what?
Will I what?
Oh baby you know what I like
Modernist disgrace with  an angry face
And a M’Faith hangin' down
That stumble when I walk 
Insults  in my talk
Makes the church go round
There ain't nothin' in the world
Like a BOR who’s a squirrel
That makes me act so funny
Make me spend your money
Make me feel real loose, stuffed like a goose
Like a heretic, oh baby that's what I like







What’s that honey
Your faith I hate
But baby I gots all your money
Al right its you I hate


Hello babies, Yeah, this is the Big BOR speakin'
Ha ha ha ha ha, oh you mean things
Do I what?
Will I what?
Oh baby you know what I like
Modernist disgrace with  an angry face
And a M’Faith hangin' down
That stumble when I walk 
Insults  in my talk
Makes the church go round
There ain't nothin' in the world
Like a BOR who’s a squirrel
That makes me act so funny
Make me spend your money
Make me feel real loose, stuffed like a goose

Like a heretic, oh baby that's what I like

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