Donnie

Donnie never listened, to anything he heard
And Donnie never learned to spell, a single fucking word
But Donnie's got a pile of cash
Given from his Nazi father's stash
So Donnie doesn't give a fuck about who he hurts

Donnie likes mail-order brides, and Russian piss
Donnie likes grabbing pussy, and a rapey kiss
But Donnie's down for treason, too
He'll burn it all just to say 'fuck you'
'Cause Donnie doesn't give a fuck about any of this

Shut the fuck up, Donnie
Shut the fuck up, Donnie
Shut the fuck up, Donnie
You're out of your element

Come on, Donnie, you can do it
Eat a hundred Big Macs, snort a thousand Adderall
Drown yourself in Diet Coke,
Eat ketchup steaks until you choke
Yeah, it really would be better for us all
For us all

Shut the fuck up, Donnie
Shut the fuck up, Donnie
Shut the fuck up, Donnie
You're out of your element
Shut the fuck up, Donnie
Shut the fuck up, Donnie
Shut the fuck up, Donnie
You're out of your element
You're out of your element
You're out of your element
You're out of your element
You're out of your element



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Writer(s): Benjamin Hagood
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