Ten, nine, eight, seven

rabbits running to the finish line

Johnny shot a fucking triple

with his brand new AR-15

Little Johnny,

pretty Johnny

Honey, Johnny's

just mentally ill

(What a ceremony)

After all,

they will say he's misguide,

just needs a bit of love

Ooh, just like that

And of course, we'll always give it to him

It's enough to make you think

It's enough to make you think

It's enough to make you

It's enough to make you

Sick

woouurggg hoohoho

uuuooorrgggg

Motherfucker

Listen closely to the words in this song

I'm betting a lot of people never had a placе they belong

Give thеm a platform for doing something evil

You better not look at me wrong,

'cause I'ma mess you up for real

Celebrity status

just for murdering people

Baby, doesn't it feel so familiar?

Cruising down the street with my '74

These stupid little rats don't even know

I have been lurkin' 'round, sniffin' before

Who wants to dance? (My wicked dance)

Celebrity status

just for murdering people

Baby, doesn't it feel so familiar?

We could be famous,

like famous for real

Baby, you and I are so similar

I love to play,

I love to cause damage

It's what these useless idiots deserve

Soon I'll be praised

for causing havoc

That's why I signed up to protect and to serve

This is your captain speaking

I order you to give 'em

all a nice bullet to the head

Yes sir, whatever you say

I'll paint the walls a potent fucking red

Make me famous

ayyayayay

Make me famous