Pumped Up Kicks (Massacre Remix)

Lyrics

[Intro] Insane Clown Pussy Yeah, the kid's got problems man. He's got a small dick Loser He smells like shit Such a Juggalo That fucking retard, you're so fucking fat Don't you get it? Look at me, I'm a Juggalo [Verse 1: Skeddy J] Here I wait with my hand on my head in my desk I wait for the right moment to jump up outta my seat With a gun I got cocked back and ready to blow a hole right through the teachers head Watch it explode then the homie kicks open the door to my classroom This mask on his face and an AK cocked back 'bout to blast off, my mask on I make my way to my locker I'm running through the hallways Throwing hand grenades in every class as I pass Yo, this dude's got a fucking shooter in his locker I said watch out cause I'm coming and I'm ready to ball Got the machine gun rumbin' killing 'em all (Come on) [Chorus: Razakel] All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, better run, outrun my gun All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, better run faster than my bullet All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, better run, outrun my gun All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, better run faster than my bullet [Verse 2: Ware-Wolff] Knocking over some tables and shit Put holes in disabled kids Gone completely unstable and ain't no way you escaping "Some little racist caucasian's infatuation with Satan" Stay out here wildin', amazing, bitch What the media makes of this "I'll be bigger than whoever pulled the trigger on a nine" No regard for human life, you just ignoring all the signs Be as big as any other down the line Bigger than Virginia Tech and fuckin' Columbine combined Motherfucker we live [Chorus: Razakel] All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, better run, outrun my gun All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, better run faster than my bullet All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, better run, outrun my gun All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, better run faster than my bullet [Bridge: Ware-Wolff] Hahahaha, where the fuck you think you're going bitch ass motherfucking ass pussy ass. You can't hide from me. Don't even try it motherfuckers. I'm killing all you. Hahahaha, I'm gone... Damn son... [Verse 3: Ware-Wolff, Razakel & Ware-Wolff] On our way to school, got ammunition in a bag Nobody even notice, we unleashing on these fags Run up inside of the class, kill the teachers off in mass See some bitches walkin' down the hall and know I'm gon' harass Bust some shots so fuckin' loud Watchin' bodies hit the ground Pull a victim out the crowd and put a gun inside her mouth Feel her up and steal her shit in the midst of all of this Shoot the bitch between her tits and watch her fuckin' bleed out All the other kids with the pumped up kicks Better run, better run, outrun my gun All the other kids with the pumped up kicks Better run, better run faster than my bullet [Chorus: Razakel & Ware-Wolff] All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, better run, outrun my gun All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, better run faster than my bullet All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, better run, outrun my gun All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, better run faster than my bullet [Outro: Razakel] All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, better run, outrun my gun All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, better run faster than my bullet