Make Me Famous

Ten, nine, eight, seven rabbits running to the finish line

Johnny shot a fucking triple with his brand new little AR-15

Little Johnny, pretty Johnny

Honey, Johnny's just mentally ill, what a ceremony

After all they will say he's misguided, 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

Motherfucker

Listen closely to the words in this song

I'm betting a lot of people never had a place they belong, ooh

Give 'em a platform for doing something evil

"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 ever you say

I'll paint the walls a potent fucking red

Make me famous

Make me famous