Turn off MTV, go find a Bible or Torah,
And look up the tale of Sodom and Gommorah.2 ancient cities consumed with sexual desire,
Who God smote to the ground with an almighty fire.
These days God has mellowed, chillaxed with his mercy,
Or not cast his eye over modern day Jersey.
The den of iniquity that is Jersey Shore,
Is choc to the brim with Himbos and whores.
So God’s changed his role some 2,000 years later,
He’s not to be seen as a cock blockin’ hater.
The Jersey Shore cast, plucked from obscurity
Rubber up and butt fuck the meaning of promiscuity.
They scuttle around with one thing in mind,
To dry hump the leg of whatever they find.
It’s like Ibiza uncovered gangbanged The Hills,
But the condom split, and it aint on the pill.
Theres Snookie a sex tard who lives for cheap thrills,
Whose flaps seem to drip like a George Foreman grill.
No man is cast off, her standards are flimsy,
The sight of male flesh has her ratting her mimsy.
Then theres The Situation, a walking 6 pack,
Who should have date rapist tattooed on his back.
They drink they fight till somebody blubs,
Then work out their issues in a spunk stained hot tub.
The show is all sex, noise, fights and hype
With mildly offensive sterotypes.
I’m sure Jerseys lovely, but its name has been tarnished,
By 6 steroid morons whose tans look like varnish.
So if God casts an eye, and does not like what it is,
He may have to blow it all down, with a blizzard of Jizz.
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