Hanging tree parody

The Key of Awesome

All you, all you 
Gulliable pre-teens
You´ll buy any crap 
If It involves me
This song is on the charts
And I can barely sing
I won an Oscar
Give me a Grammy
Are you, are you
Looking at the screen
They made four movies
You just needed three
They Peter Jackson-ed it
And stretched it out cha-ching
Cus young adults
Run the economy
We ripped you off
We work behind the scenes
You wanted more Katniss
We want your money
Just like the capitol 
Now that´s some irony
Now let´s repackage
This track with a beat 
Do you, do you
Have a lozenge for me? 
My voice is so hoarse 
I´m really struggling
Could someone tag me out
Or bring me some hot tea 
Cus I never sung professionally
I´m Lorde, I´m bored  
And I also can´t sing 
But my producer 
Fixes it for me 
I am a role model 
Because I´m not trashy 
I may sound drunk
But I have dignity
We are the last
Hope for humanity
We both are talented marginally
Compared to Kardishians 
Miley and Nikki 
We the closest things 
That you could call classy 
Yes, you and you 
Are family friendly 
You don´t show your ass
Not intentionally 
I curse and fart a lot 
And sometimes on TV 
But we´re J-Lorde 
The hero Gotham needs
I´m Un, I ruined
Your stoner comedy 
Now I´ll do the same
To Hunger Games part 3 (and ½)
And did you know
President Snow is my homie 
We´re going to kill 
Your movie industry