Bad Luck 13 Riot Extravaganza - The Columbine High Alma Mater lyrics

Today, is my last day, and it's gonna be yours too The shrapnel from my pipe bombs is gonna run through you So strap on your weapons and follow what I do Scream while your dying at the hands of my crew Grab the gun and yell suprise The Look of d**h in your eyes What the f** is wrong with you? Why do you have to cry? Standing at the bus stop with that glimmer in your eye Eight years old, nine years old, I don't really care Pull up the plaid skirt to reveal no pubic hair Let's butcher the bodies that gather up the flies I'll cum in your woman as she watches you die If I was you, I'd commit suicide. Go run and hide The blood on my hands, is what I live for Remember my name