Shootin Spree

[Chorus]
Olly olly oxen free
Children come and play with me
Load 'em up and count to three
It’s a fuckin shooting spree

Olly olly oxen free
Children come and play with me
Load 'em up and count to three
It’s a fuckin' shooting spree

[Verse 1]
One day I woke up and I thought to myself
Might as well pull that fuckin' Glock off the shelf
I grab a clip or two
Load it up, and then I'm cool
Put it my bag, .44 mag, and then I go to school

Mama said don't miss the bus
Baby don't forget your lunch
Pull your pants up
Don’t you cuss
Bitch I think I've had enough

Pull it out my backpack
Shoot it and watch her collapse
Man it almost made me laugh
Almost made me late for class

[Chorus]
Olly olly oxen free
Children come and play with me
Load 'em up and count to three
It’s a fuckin' shooting spree

Olly olly oxen free
Children come and play with me
Load 'em up and count to three
It’s a fuckin' shooting spree

[Verse 2]
When a body hit the floor
Put it back in my bag and I'm out the door
With the back of the bus with a gang of hoes
Time to talk to the ones in the skimpy clothes

Every stop you know I wanna go and cop a feel
Pick and choose all the hoes that I gots the key of
Carrie, Lexie, Jade and Nickie
Eveline and even Sissy
Feelin' myself when we hit the curb
Took a little line workin' up my nerve

Walk inside the school then shoot it
Screaming yelling acting stupid
I know someone want a hall pass
Watch 'em fall fast, kill 'em all fast
[?] flash
Ooh I love the color of it
Murdering I think I love it

[Chorus]
Olly olly oxen free
Children come and play with me
Load 'em up and count to three
It’s a fuckin' shooting spree

Olly olly oxen free
Children come and play with me
Load 'em up and count to three
It’s a fuckin' shooting spree

[Interlude]
Heh
Can I have the attention of the class?
Man repeat after me
ABC, 123, you know you really shouldn’t had fucked with me
(ABC, 123, you know you really shouldn’t had fucked with me)

[Verse 3]
Walk inside the classroom late
Teacher talking bout the state
Reading, writing and history
All that don’t mean shit to me

No more teacher, no more books
All them other students shook
Knocking over tables and shooting heads
And I won't stop till the rest is dead

[Chorus]
Olly olly oxen free
Children come and play with me
Load 'em up and count to three
It’s a fuckin' shooting spree

Olly olly oxen free
Children come and play with me
Load 'em up and count to three
It’s a fuckin' shooting spree

Olly olly oxen free
Children come and play with me
Load 'em up and count to three
It’s a fuckin' shooting spree

Olly olly oxen free
Children come and play with me
Load 'em up and count to three
It’s a fuckin' shooting spree
(He's got a fuckin' gun!)

[Outro]
*screams*
Hehehehe
*gunshots*
Hahahaha
(Oh my god I don't know what to do)
Where do you think you're going, bitch?
Nah it's okay, shh shh shh
*gunshot*

So what I'm really trying to say is
Bring a motherfuckin' gun to school
Put it up in a backpack
And if you get really mad
Pull it out and you’ve got the bitches screaming like
(Ah ah ah)