Intro Why is it if I walk into my high school and shoot every mother fucker who ever pushed me around beat me up I'm some sort of misfit but I drop a bomb on an Iraqi school and I'm a U.S. war hero?
Darvus McGarvey lived a hazardous youth Swallowed all his pain like it was a loose tooth No one saw that scars that he had inside And the bruises on the outside were easy to hide
Got teased daily by the jocks Now everyone's in shock When Darvus pulled out twin glocks At the homecoming dance He didn't have a date But he spent all weekend increasing his firing rate
He rakes the gym floor with gunfire Cutting jocks in half like he was spitting razor wire Chunks of punks fall to the ground It's a unique sound When you hear a hollow-tip round
Hit a bully right in his head Now the Casa Roble valedictorian is brain dead
He used to have a scholarship to UOP Now he sips protein from an IV
Chorus You said ignore the bullies, but it still hurts My life went from bad to worse There's no American dream for the cursed Now I execute my classmates with short, controlled bursts (Repeat)
Little Sally's life was bad, to say it lightly Her step-dad raped her nightly She overate To compensate Now she's 15 but she also grossly overweight
At school She gets picked on Pushed, shoved Kicked, bit, spit at but never had any love
She didn't want that as her perpetual plight so she plays George Bush with a preemptive strike
Blast from a gauge Takes her dad's head off So she heads off To head off her bullies assault
And on twin day When everyone dressed the same Little Sally brought 10 hand grenades
At pep rally Little Sally Pulled the pins Like a scene from "Swordfish" But this scene never ends
Grenades may take young preppy lives But oppressions The weapon That tear souls like knives
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All my life I just wanted to be famous So I'll dump pounds of rounds in the anus of a student body who never bothered to care about the person inside, just about the clothes that I wear
all black trench coat flowing I move in slow motion I pause to reload Then come up with the notion that
Yesterday, I was beaten and poor Today I'm staring in The Matrix part 4
Don't beg, ain't no appeal I ain't stopping, poppin till I'm talking to April O'Neal
Channel 6 news with a market share of 20 ain't it funny like listening to a talking dead bunny
You don't have the balls to kill So you'll tune in With zoom lens To watch someone who will
Isn't this the American dream I'm on the tv screen World famous at age 17
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Outro Now listen kids I just gave you three pretty good reasons to shoot up your school, but there's one really good reason not to. You can't stand the head cheerleader now? you put a bullet in her head, they're going to name a park after her. You don't like the Quarterback? Fuck. You bury him, Sarah McLachlan's going to sing at his funeral you want to make those assholes more popular? Is that what you want?
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