Your shindig's kinda boring  Shall I spike the punch with cyanide?  I gotta warn you - You'll need a coroner tonite 
  When you see me, better flee me  When you hear me, better fear  I help you from the fryer into the fire 
  Nananananah - Calling Mr. Killjoy  I'm the death of every party  Nananananah - Calling Mr. Killjoy  And I don't care if you don't like me 
  I'm here to fix your troubles  Rude force applied with some finess  When people are the problem  My hatchet always works the best (Oh, yes it will) 
  I made you suffer and that doesn't feel right  I thought my knife would snuff you out like a light  How rude of me, a quick be-heading will end your fright
 
 
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