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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 Its enough to make you think Its enough to make you think Its enough to make you Its enough to make you Sick Motherfucker Listen closely to the words in this song I'm betting a lot of people never had a placе they belong Give 'еm 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 Letras de cancionesBaby, you and I are so similar I love to play, I love to cause damage It's what these useless idiots deserve Soon ill 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 Make me famous From Letras Mania