Mr. Killjoy

Your shindig's kinda boring 
Shall I spike the punch with cyanide? 
I gotta warn you - You'll need a coroner tonight 

If you see me, better flee me 
If you hear me, better fear me
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 
NO!

I'm here to fix your troubles 
Brute force applied with some finesse 
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