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Here's Johnny! (Serial Killer Anthem)

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by	coruscate
length	2:38
BPM	88
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Just in time for Samhain!
This was entirely written and performed today, though the idea has been percolating a while. The original beat made me think of The Shining, so I started there.

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There’s a four bar, exact four bar, silence before the rapping sounds.

There’s a sample from a movie that’s not public domain in the published song (not here), so I just recreated the short line with AI to fill the gap properly. Used as a one shot, and lined up on beat, it will do fine.

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All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy

Here I come I am Annoyed
Got the bat where are ye my toy
Didn’t come to talk, I came to destroy
Won’t be distracted by your fancy ploys

I can’t concentrate
I’ve got a tight focus in my killer brain
No, not really, well maybe in theory
About to go postal call Mr McFeely

Ye might think I’m a joke but I’m not Arthur
No lady can gag me, hard like the godfather
Artful dodger roll like an Italiano
Dropping blue notes like cartoon pianos

I am Judge Doom and I don’t mean Sylvester
Laugh like jesters from Cheshire Chester
Swing through toontown with killer alien clowns
With killer tomatoes in Carpenter Town
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All work and no play makes Jack a dull lad
Got an urge to kill I gotta do to it bad
Got the murder sack with bags and chainsaws
Maps with abandoned shacks it’s hand drawn

The murder kit is hidden in the panels
Of the station wagon I take in my travels
Cross states lines predating every and any
Opportunity that makes itself ready
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Are you ready? It’s time to play tag!
If I catch you, you’re the get bagged!
The junk in the trunk, well it might be your body
Dumped in the river the ghost of John Gotti

Ungodly, make stone angels weep
Unknown and alone the dangers creep
Got a perfect family, disguise is impeccable
Lots of friends my aura is respectable

No spectacle, I like a low profile
So the profilers end up with no file
Walk a mile in my shoes and you will see
That a crocodile has less cruelty

With fluency, I read a target afar
Figure out who I can stuff into a jar
Into my car, this is your last ride
There’s no escape once you’re trapped inside!
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All work and no play makes Jack a dull lad
Got an urge to kill I gotta do to it bad
Got the murder sack with bags and chainsaws
Maps with abandoned shacks it’s hand drawn

The murder kit is hidden in the panels
Of the station wagon I take in my travels
Cross states lines predating every and any
Opportunity that makes itself ready