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Scrubstitute Teachers Lyrics - Artist : Insane Clown Posse
[*gunshot*]
I let one fly in the class I'm teachin' Shut the fuck up when the Duke is speakin' I don't give detention on the weekend You give me shit, I'm handin' out beatin's I ain't afraid to get hands on with that ass Split your little fat-ass wig in class Don't push me, kid. Take your fuckin' seat And less proceed. Who got the weed? What do you normally do with Mr. Duncan? (Science) Well he ain't here, so fuck him You bitch, how old are them titties? Damn, too young. Egg foo young Now, you can shoot dice in the back, but Any money exchange, I needs my cut The rest of y'all, eyes to the front I show you how to juggle while rolling a blunt Listen up, class (School us on real shit) Now, listen up, class (We want it, that real) Listen up, class (School us on real shit) Now, listen up, class (We want it, hey. We want it, hey) It's Willie. What to do? I'm your mother fuckin' substitute I got a headache and just wrecked my truck So shut yo' asses up Let me school you on some real shit J. Edgar Hoover used to suck dick Elvis Presley put coke up his nose And Martin Luther King had a couple o' hoes The school board, I can't call it Half of 'em on drugs. The rest are alcoholics I don't know why you study so hard Ain't no fuckin' jobs I can [?] What's the problem, slick Before I sleep in the park, I'ma rob a bitch I got the guns and some bullets that are hooded, G I wish a mother fucker would try to bully me Listen up, class (School us on real shit) Now, listen up, class (We want it, that real) Listen up, class (School us on real shit) Now, listen up, class (We want it, hey. We want it, hey) I've written my name on the chalkboard: "The Southwest Strangla, Underground Lord" If you run your mouth or don't do what you're told Straight the fuck up, I'll knock you out cold Leave you on the floor unconscious To remind anybody else who want shit Some of you hoes look good. I said it See me after class for extra credit [?] in my Thermos mug Straight A's for slackers and skippin' scrubs Today's assignment: How to cook meth Cheerleader team comin' home with dick breath History is all lies. Fuck sports In your letterman coat, you're nothin' but dorks Tell your mom it's time for parent-teacher I'll bend her over the teacher, like "Uh!" Listen up, class (School us on real shit) Now, listen up, class (We want it, that real) Listen up, class (School us on real shit) Now, listen up, class (We want it, hey. We want it, hey) What up, class? I'm your scrubstitute And I'm 'bout to teach you how to make that loot There's 28 grams in an ounce o' weed And at a dime a piece, that's 280 [?] Just get your homie's name, and it's back on the streets *ring* Well, that's the bell I'm on work release, so I'm headed back to jail Got a way of corruptin' the misfits So I'm spreadin' out to many different school districts After the scrubstitute's done takin' attendance Tell 'em put they hands on they desk and empty they pockets Lesson one: Anyone can get got Screw ya, how to flip a no and cut a key. Don't get shot Pay attention to the teacher, and you practice your homework Tomorrow's lesson is robbin' a bank and pimpin' a skirt |
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