Gun at Graduation

[Verse 1: Fellatia G]
I was the High School slut
Just ‘cause I like to fuck
Boys in the bathroom stalls
Against lockers in halls
Yea I got called names
Chin up no shame in your game
It got under my skin and then turned into rage
I’m coming for your guts and your brains
And that’s not an innuendo
I’m pulling out the extendo
At the end of the year
A gown is even more concealing
Than a trenchcoat
Busting caps
And firing rounds
Into the crowd
In my cap and gown
I was the Summa Cum Laude
Cum guzzler
With a lot to lose
Straight A student with a future
But what good is a future if everyone treats you
Like you’re a creature?
This just isn’t for me
Reality’s a mistake
Let me out of this place
The only way to assimilate
Would be to act fake
So I’ma take fate
Into my own hands
Like a handjob
And load a handgun
I told my parents don’t come to graduation
I love you mom and dad, but
You should have never had me
What a tragedy

[Hook]
Eyo I’ma bring a gun to graduation
This is your congratulations
You almost made it!
But I’ma take it all away now
Everything is fading out

[Verse 2: Fellatia G]
If I could just faze out the human race
And reduce us all to dust
Would you still call me a slut?
And force me to fuck you?
It was prom night
“Let’s put Klonopin in her vodka
She probably wants it right?”
They tore me apart
Now I’m torn
Two conflicting desires;
Wanting to fuck everyone
And never be touched again
It was my fault for not being strapped with a gat
And my only regret is that I didn’t bring a bomb to prom
Shit would have gone off! Ha ha!
A Beretta is the perfect accessory
To my vendetta and my tiara and my mascara
I look damn good when I massacre
Then taxidermy the student body
“What’s gotten into her?
There’s something wrong with her!”
Say sayonara mother fuckers

[Hook]
And I’ma take you way down
I’ma take you way down
Everything is fading out
No diploma
It’s all over
No diploma
It’s all over