[ Featuring the No-Goods ]
Donnie never listened, to anything he heard
And Donnie never learned to spell, a single f*cking word
But Donnie's got a pile of cash
Given from his Nazi father's stash
So Donnie doesn't give a f*ck about who he hurts
Donnie likes mail-order brides, and Russian piss
Donnie likes grabbing pussy, and a rapey kiss
But Donnie's down for treason, too
He'll burn it all just to say 'f*ck you'
'Cause Donnie doesn't give a f*ck about any of this
Shut the f*ck up, Donnie
Shut the f*ck up, Donnie
Shut the f*ck up, Donnie
You're out of your element
Come on, Donnie, you can do it
Eat a hundred Big Macs, snort a thousand Adderall
Drown yourself in Diet Coke,
Eat ketchup steaks until you choke
Yeah, it really would be better for us all
For us all
Shut the f*ck up, Donnie
Shut the f*ck up, Donnie
Shut the f*ck up, Donnie
You're out of your element
Shut the f*ck up, Donnie
Shut the f*ck up, Donnie
Shut the f*ck up, Donnie
You're out of your element
You're out of your element
You're out of your element
You're out of your element
You're out of your element
