The School Shooter
By Mudface
They tell me I’m a loser
They tell me I’m a nerd
I’m the loner in the classroom
That never speaks his word
A lonely existence
All me, myself, and I
My thoughts are very down
I wish that I could die
And grow a pair of wings
So that I can fly like a bird
And then I can speak loudly
My voice shall be heard
But back to reality
I have no future left
So I’m a change all this
Just to satisfy myself
I took my daddy’s .44
And hid it in my sack
So when the bell rang for school
And I started to attack
I popped the girl I liked so much
The corpse is now my crush
I shot the coach from the gym
His life is now a hush
I blasted bodies down the hall
People I don’t even know
12 dead folks lay there dead
300 more to go
The science came easily
20 backed up against the wall
One by one I killed them
And watched their bodies fall
The English class of drama
Where I was considered shit
I rushed in like I was insane
15 more - the dust they bit
By now the school’s a panic
And the rest begin to run
I saw the school librarian
Her reading days are done
The principal he came next
In office he’s left to rot
\The receptionist who sucked his dick
I popped her on the spot
My bullets now are limited
I have only 4 more
The cops by now were in the school
And headed for the door
I shit the first as he came in
And the second one; he’s been hit
The third and fourth were finished off
Like 2 pieces of worthless shit
My gun now done, I grabbed the blade
My time was not yet through
Columbine don’t have shit on me
Klebold didn’t have a clue
Only a few were left in the school
That I would have to find
Stragglers that instead went to hide
Instead of making it outside
I could hear the northern doors
More pigs were coming in
I made it to a bathroom
In a stall I settled then
Big surprise in his eyes
A victim I had found
I cut his fucking head right off
Blood oozed over the ground
I could now feel my time now up
I left the bloody mess
And saw a freshman coming my way
I stabbed him in the chest
I left the knife inside his body
And made my way to the police
Homicide, not suicide
Would be my coming release
The saw me running and struck me down
With their flowing bullet spray
And now I’m dead, in a better place
That’s all I have to say