Why stop with murderers & rapists??
Song-Ko-Ko with Chorus of Men:

As some day it may happen that a victim must be found,
I've got a little list-I've got a little list
Of society offenders who might well be underground,
And who never would be missed-who never would be missed!
There's the pestilential nuisances who write for autographs--
All people who have flabby hands and irritating laughs--
All children who are up in dates, and floor you with 'em flat--
All persons who in shaking hands, shake hands with you like that--
And all third persons who on spoiling téte-a-tétes insist--
They'd none of 'em be missed-they'd none of 'em be missed!

He's got 'em on the list-he's got 'em on the list;
And they'll none of 'em be missed-they'll none of 'em be missed.
There's the banjo serenader, and the others of his race,
And the piano-organist-I've got him on the list!
And the people who eat peppermint and puff it in your face,
They never would be missed-they never would be missed!
Then the idiot who praises, with enthusiastic tone,
All centuries but this, and every country but his own;
And the lady from the provinces, who dresses like a guy,
And who "doesn't think she waltzes, but would rather like to try";
And that singular anomaly, the lady novelist--
I don't think she'd be missed-I'm sure she'd not be missed!

He's got her on the list-he's got her on the list;
And I don't think she'll be missed-I'm sure she'll not
be missed!

And that Nisi Prius nuisance, who just now is rather rife,
The Judicial humorist-I've got him on the list!
All funny fellows, comic men, and clowns of private life-
They'd none of 'em be missed-they'd none of 'em be missed.
And apologetic statesmen of a compromising kind,
Such as-What d'ye call him--Thing'em-bob, and likewise-Never-mind,
And 'St-'st--'st-and What's-his-name, and also You-know-who-
The task of filling up the blanks I'd rather leave to you.
But it really doesn't matter whom you put upon the list,
For they'd none of 'em be missed-they'd none of 'em be missed!