to the tune of 50 Cent's In Da Club 

 Go go go go go go 
 Go jesus 
 It’s your birthday 
 We gon’ follow that star, it’s yo birthday 
 We gon’ travel real far cause it’s yo birthday 
 And you know we don’t give a fuck it’s not your birthday 

 They can find me at a farm, manger fulla hay 
 I’m surrounded by my fam, they all came a long way 
 I really dig the love, but I ain’t so much into plays 
 So maybe cut the crap, stop the pageant shit today. 

 Now you be thinking I’m a kid, but I really got some power 
 Maybe not right now, but give me like an hour 
 Harrod wants me dead, but dad says he’s just a coward 
 I’m king of all the Jews, so that hate I’ma scour. 

 When I grow up all big, you see I’m workin mad skill 
 I let them lepers be free, you see I ain’t lookin to kill 
 All y’all thinking I’m talkin’ smack, til you fallin down ill. 
 When you got my dad, ain’t no trouble to pulla MIRICLE 
 But guys it ain’t no problem, cause I’m the son of god 
 I can help you see the way if you ain’t too fuckin odd. 
 Just be watchin what I do, and you’ll see that I’m a pimp 
 Not for hoes but for god – yeah I can cure that limp. 
 Round Jerus’ they be yellin, sayin Jesus you fly 
 They like me kinda like cheddar cheese likes pie 
 But holla, down in rome them soldiers say I’m loco 
 And the plan is to put my Jesus game on a cross, yo 
 I’m tryna stay on point, got my daddy on my mind 
 Got mad power and skill, but no escape can I find 
 My boys say they got my back and my death’s a no go, 
 But that judas fuck’s a liar and a jewed up homo 

 You can find me in the ‘salem, no that’s not the harlem 
 Look, I’m just a guy, I ain’t lookin for no problem. 
 I’m into bein batman, but I ain’t livin in no gotham 
 So lemme rescue ya if ya a homeless bum 

 You can say my story’s crap, cause it has a lotta holes 
 Like did I marry magdalen, or some other slutty hoes 
 I ain’t into bein mean, so believe or lose your nose 
 So come gimme a hug and I’ll slay all your foes 

 Some say I’m gay, they stay away 
 They jews, they lose so who you choose 
 My dad, my death, my life, my bois 
 Look guys, I done made it up right outta that cave 

 And you should love me, way more than you hate me 
 Allah, you mad? I thought you’d be happy you made me. 
 I’m that jew by the olives kinda lookin’ real white 
 You that Pontius pilot fuck, tryna slit a heeb, right? 
 When my dad gets to killin in the field it’s on 
 This a holy war bitch, don’t believe me? You’re gone. 
 If a heretics in hell, let the motherfucker burn 
 If you talking bout’ salvation I ain’t concerned 
 I’ma tell you what god told me, cause that old man Jehovah 
 He say they hate, so we say great, and watch the haters pile up 
 Or we go upside they head wit the book of the good 
 They know where we fuckin’ be 

 You can find me in the hood, swingin like i should 
 On a chain around yo neck, if you into lookin’ good 
 I’m into savin’ souls, if you into spillin blood 
 So come gimme a hug and I’ll do what you could 

 You can find me in the gospel, pages yellin’ prosper 
 I’m even in the old part, if you’re in to being kosher 
 I’m in to hatin’ jews, I ain’t in to preists who queer 
 So come, give me your kids if you in to spreadin’ fear.