Lust, yeah, that’s my sin,
Looking at you beauty, with that filthy grin.
Gluttony, yeah, that’s another,
Wanting to feast, this greedy mother fucker.
Pride, yeah, something I’ve got,
Proud of what’s yours, my beauty’s throbbing cock.
Envy, woah, that one’s yours,
All so jealous that I fuck Beauty sore.
Wrath, nah, I ain’t got time to hate,
I’ll leave that to the trolls, that’s their fate.
Sloth, hmmm, maybe that’s true,
Well we’ve all gotta rest once fucking’s through.
Seven sins, some ours, some yours,
But will they really bar heaven’s course?