“Let us be gunners, in mayhem, the more shoots, the better
I’ve got rifles and ammo in my bag
Got some gats and multi-bullet clips, body count will be high
Let’s suit up and shoot up America”

“Gladly,” you said, “as a target I want to hit kids first
Killing them’s making me cream my jeans now
I know for sure, I really want to off a lot
Let’s go shoot up America!”

Cradling their guns
Full of hate are their faces
Decked out in Kevlar suits, they’re going to make people die
They’re gonna livestream the carnage with phones as their cameras

But first they will publish their idiot manifesto
Telling exactly where they will go
They bought all the guns legally, with giant magazines
“Many tombstones we’ll see!” with joy they squeal

Cancer and rot in the Congress precludes any weeping
Or empathy, amount of swag they bag’s high
Count of their dough from gun-makers spikes higher
They haul bucks in from manufacturers
All of them boosting the murderers
All of them suck manufacturers