Make Me Famous
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
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
Make me famous
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
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
Make me famous
Credits
Writer(s): Andrew Fulk, Samuel Wellings
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