[Intro]
“Okay, class, here’s the deal: we’ve been over chapter 18 all week long. We’ve had several different pop quizzes. I gotta tell you, Jennifer, you did a really wonderful job on your pop quiz. Mason, keep up the good work. Now, you guys all know that ‘columbic’ is the main term...”
“[?] children that go here. One of them is that she locked herself inside the closet because she heard gunshots, called her mom, said ‘Mom, you need to get down here immediately.”
“A student at the school allegedly stormed into the cafeteria, armed with a 38 caliber pistol, and opened fire.”

[Verse 1]
Wicked thoughts, all in my head
Wicked, wicked thoughts, all in my head
I want them all dead. I want them all dead!
Close my eyes, see the walls turning red (Yup!)
Now I gotta get out and grab all my things
Have to make it to class before the bell rings
Can’t draw no attention to fuck up my plans
Slip right into class with my bag in my hands
Sit down in my seat in the back of the class
I can’t wait to attack ‘em and smack ‘em with doom
They don’t notice me now, but they will very fast
When I whip out this Uzi and sweep like a broom
Then in walks the teacher, she settles them down
Now I’m sweaty and nervous and ready to blow
‘Cause it’s time to unzip it, and poppin’ around
As my heart starts to pound, I see who’s first to go
Boom! I spot him. A friend is not him
Boom! I shot him. Between his eyes, I got him
Boom! Fuck this dumb class. Pussy holes, run fast
Boom! I’m that little girl with the big gun blast
Pow! Look at how I took him out (Wow)
Call me Bulimic Becky, bitch, how you like me now?
Pow! There’s no escape. *gunshots* Bullet holes I make
Ha ha! How many more lives can a ho take?
[Chorus]
You know that girl that they call bulimic?
Only in quiet, she’s one of the rejects, well
I heard in class, she has guns in her locker, oh my (Ha ha ha!)
If she goes off, tell me, how will they stop her?

[Verse 2]
I run down the hall. Fuck slowin’, all sinister
Duck, duck slow and crawl, but then I saw Jennifer (Yup!)
Prayin’, while bawlin’, but I don’t see no minister
I stick this gun into her ear, get in and “Finish her!”
Don’t make friends, see you trippin’
Better back up out of my distance
Or your card gets pulled and you missin’
Pistol cocked, and it got me wishin’
That all these hoes would just come on out
Get fucked with a couple of my 38 rounds
Straight droppin’ students on the ground
Made the school go hush… They don’t wanna be found
Sirens and screaming and now it’s not just the people
I have to make my rounds quickly, ‘cause there won’t be any sequel
I’m dashing down every hallway, quickly trying to find more
That’s when I hear a megaphone blaring loudly at the front door
Come out with my hands up? Y’all are crazy as fuck
I still got cartridges left, I’m ‘bout to blow this place up
[?] for them, but on the news it’s a blur
Got every person in the county screaming, “Stop her!”
[Chorus]
You know that girl that they call bulimic?
Only in quiet, she’s one of the rejects, well (Reject, I’m a juggalo)
I heard in class, she had guns in her locker, oh my
If she goes off, tell me, how will they stop her?

[Bridge]
With the big gun blast, with the, with the
Boom! Boom! I’m that little girl (Yup)
With the big gun blast, with the, with the
How will they stop her? I’m that little girl
With the big gun blast, with the, with the
Boom! Boom! I’m that little girl *school bell*
With the big gun blast, with the, with the
How will they stop her? *gunshot*

[Outro]
*school bell* *children laughing*
“Wake up, Bulimic!”
“Ew, eat a cheeseburger”
“Get up, Skeletor! Ha ha.”
“She’s such a loser”