He's A Psycho (Piro, that is)

Sung to the tune of Dennis Leary's "I'm an Asshole!"

(Spoken)

Folks, I'd like to sing a song about a poor Webcomic artist.
About me, about you, about the way whiny little fanboys just WON'T SHUT THE HELL UP!
About that special feeling we get deep down in our hearts when we're tearing out someone else's heart . . . or liver . . . or kidneys . . . or even their colon.

(Sung)

He's just a regular Joe, with a regular job.
He's your average pale fanboy - but harassed by a mob.
He likes dating sims and manga and the odd RPG.
He prefers to use a mac and not a PC.
His wife and his job, his hobbies and his cats.
His hands at the keyboard as he solves forum spats.
But sometimes that just ain't enough to keep a man like him sane
no way
No, He's gotta go out and have fun at someone else's expense
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
He pulls out his blade and he cuts a few throats
Spills enough blood to float a small boat.
He's a Psycho, a Psycho, a Psycho!
He's a Psycho, a Psycho, a Psycho!
He goes on a rampage and he doesn't play nice
The cops wind up putting some bodies on ice
He's a Psycho, a Psycho, a Psycho!
He's a Psycho, a Psycho, a Psycho!
Sometimes he slashes and sometimes he stabs
Either way he makes sure that nobody gabs
He's a Psycho, a Psycho, a Psycho!
He's a Psycho, a Psycho, a Psycho!
Maybe I shouldn't be singing this song
Ranting and raving and carrying on
Maybe he'll come to tell me I'm wrong . . .
NAAAAH!
He's a Psycho, a Psycho, a Psycho!
He's a Psycho, a Psycho, a Psycho!
(Spoken)
Know what he's gonna do? He's gonna get himself a great big machette and he's gonna track down some of those people who've been sending him those pissy e-mails about how his work is always late and how his comic isn't funny anymore and he's gonna come round to there places in the middle of the night and he's gonna do a bit of the ol' slice and dice, you get me? You know why? Because he's completely whacked! Two words: Homicidial f***ing Maniac! All those fanboys can throw all the insults they like and it won't make a lick of difference because he's the one holding the chainsaw! And he's got cyborg copies of Dom and Ed to back him up, too! He does. You thought Dom was bad you ait until you see the Dom-1000! He's gonna get cyborg Dom and Ed and Largo . . .
and a crate of Pocky
and . . . arrrrrrrrrrrrrgggggggghhhhh!!!!!!
(Spoken in a strange high-pitched stressed out voice)
I hate it when people sing songs about me too.


Hope I didn't offend with that little number, just wanted to be true to the spirit of the original lyrics.

Love your work, Fred! (bigsweats).

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