My Son The Antichrist Billy Cobb

My wife and I are very proud
We recently had our second child
But we weren't proud for very long
We knew that there was something wrong
With him, a kid should not have horns
The priest said he should not be born
I wish I'd have some clothes that fit
But every day he grows and inch
I think it's fine when babies puke
But this child he just spews and spews
Whenever I start to clean
His head will spin as he laughs at me
It's hard to hear when he speaks in tongues
You know that there is something wrong
When your son's first words are
You are now cursed for listening to this backwards (Backwards)

My son, isn't quite that nice
He has hideous eyes
And when he was baptized
The cradle burst to flames
Sometimes he likes to fly
He wants my priest to die
But, I am not surprised
Cause I think my son's the Antichrist