God

Cross your fingers,

Hope you remember,

What got you here,

Cause you going right back there,

And don't fear,

I won't be shedding a tear,

For your loss,

Because I am now the boss.

Now they make reference,

To me as the Godfather,

So from hence,

Forth there no reason for you to bother.

From now on I call the shots,

On whether or not,

You wear that red dot,

From that very deadly headshot.

Should I be modest,

When if I am quite honest,

Your life depends on me,

As much as God,

So don't you see,

When you plod,

It better not be,

Against the almighty me.

So before you leave,

Pay homage to me,

And kiss the ring,

It will show something,

Called respect,

Which you better not neglect.

You show me that respect,

And I will never forget,

Then when you want something done,

It will happen before the falling of the sun.

Since my power is life and death,

I think you owe me at least a tenth.

Remember I am god,

So that is bargain,

Than what is expected of your wad,

From the other one my friend.