[Intro]

Nya na nya na nya nya

Stop

Haha, you're stupid

Ugh, just please leave me alone

Shut the fuck up, you weird-ass bitch (Oh my God)

Beat yo' fuckin' ass

Yo, stop fuckin' with him, just let him sleep

He ain't do shit

Besides, it's always the quiet ones

Yo, whatever

[Verse]

I'm going to shoot up my school (Shoot up my school)

I'm going to shoot up my school (Shoot up my school)

Found my dad's gun, and it looks really cool

Blast off your head with a tool (Bang bang)

I'm going to shoot up my school (Shoot up my school) (Bang)

I'm going to shoot up my school (Shoot up my school)

They call me lame, I'm gonna show them the definition of cool

Make 'em a ghoul

I'm gonna shoot at the kids that's swimmin' inside of the pool

I was tryna sleep (Why?), they did not care (Why?)

They kicked my chair, now I'm shooting at here (Bang bang)

I was gonna graduate (Ahhhh! Why?)

Now all my peers are dead, they gettin' dragged away (Why'd you do this?)

I ain't even really wanna do it though

Lil Timmy Turner had to wish for a bullet hole (Granted)

Anyway I tried to get the cops to kill me, and I panicked

Shot me in the head, (Ow!) dropped my AR

(Put your fucking hands up!) Grabbed me and shipped me away very far

Now I'm in a padded room behind metal bars

And six feet of bulletproof glass with a scar

I just wanna go to school, be normal again

My parents don't visit, I miss my two friends

I really shot up my school (My school)

I fuckin' shot up mu school (My school)

Murdered the people who acted like tools

Now I eat bread that is covered in mold (Yeah)

Can't believe that I shot up my school (I can't)

I really shot up my school

The cool kids are dead, so I guess that I'm cool

I guess that I'm cool, I guess that I'm cool, I guess that I'm cool

Cooling inside of my cell, plotting to escape with some tools

Took some utensils from lunchtime

More specifically, I sharpened a spoon

Every day, chipped a bit away

The inner wall was brittle, I think today is the day

Gave the best kick and the whole wall caved, hooray

I think that I'm gon' to escape

Now I'm inside of the walls, crawlin' past vents, listenin' in

One of the vents smelled just like heaven

I popped the shit open and left the prison, I'm gone

[Outro]

I'm sorry, ma'am

Just want him to be okay

Well your son's far gone at this point

I know, I know

He's basically been- Ever since he came in he's been here, uhh

Goin' through psychosis, just talkin' about

You know, rockin' back and forth, talkin' about

Gonna escape, yadda yadda, you know this happens a lot though, this is

Typically what happens to the people that come in here

With this sort of (Yeah)

Trauma

Uhh, you know

When's his execution date?

So, execution date is gonna be...

This June