The ForBiden Fruit Spider’s Web of Lies
Hey ForBiden Fruit Spider
Spinning reality
Into your web of lies
But you’re not hungry
For bugs or flies
You want my money
You want my guns
You want my freedom, my voice, my sons
But you won’t catch me
I’m not blind or dumb
To your tricks,
Your evil plans or lies
And I’m not alone
The world around is onto you
The world around you’s gotten wise
You want their money
You want their guns
You want their freedom, their voice, their sons
So now you are caught
In your own web of lies
No sympathies
No
No goodbyes
Just a GITMO cell
Web up in a corner
Your own personal hell
So spin yourself a noose
Heaven’ll take no part
In your cooked goose
It’s just as well
How apropos
You belong in Hell
And that’s where you’ll go
And the world will be a better place
Learn from the history of the treason
That bore your spider face
Consumed by your very own spider-like place
In the ForBiden Fruit Spider’s web of lies