Pretty Lib - Satan's Preferred

Hey! pretty lib, with salivated chin,
Who's never known a truthful word,
All your wish is power to win;
This is the way that libs begin--
Wait till you are Satan's preferred!

Dark gray locks cover foolish brains,
Lying and whining are all you heard;
Crying and fighting over scumbag stains,
On Clinton's mattress and Hillary's veins--
Wait till you are Satan's preferred!

Five hundred times over you lied to pass,
Words of false with nothing feared;
Which let you know a lib'ral is an ass,
Which you now know lies can't surpass,
Wait till you are Satan's preferred!

Pledged to Satan; he had you declared,
All lib liars whose beards are gray,
Did the lies cause you to be jeered?
Common thing among those who've erred.
Wait till you are Satan's preferred!

The biggest liar who can't resist
A lying tongue that spins the pun,
May he spin his pun but not his fist,
Or be blown away and never be missed,
As he calls us all, "son!"

Your lies are dead, we proved them so
How you love to continue to malign!
We've won in Iraq; while you sit here,
Spinning your lies from those you hear,
Dipping your nose in your podunker whine.