Bo Burnham - God's Song (Just for Laughs - The Archives, Vol. 7) lyrics

People say I'm too ambitious with
A lot of my songs, uh so this is a song
From the perspective of God

I've never written a book in my life
'Cause your tiny brains would never get it
Me compared to Shakespeare's like Shakespeare
Compared to Shakespeare's wife
I gave you everything but
I gave you simple minds
So you made simple things
I gave you healthy birds
And you made chicken wings
I gave you nipples and you madе nipple rings

You're not going to heavеn
Why would you ever think I'd
Ever hang out with you?
You're all dicks, I don't need you
I know a million aliens cooler than you

People give me money and I don't know why
'Cause my real collection plate
Is an empty cup held by a homeless guy
I made every girl different
They're all perfect just the way they are
People tell them different
And people are smart i just made the stars
You think you know beauty
But trust me, you don't
I'm the one who created them
You're overpopulated so I slaved
For days making gays
And you ended up hating them
How do you get out of
A song you haven't finished?

I haven't figured it out, segues are weird