It feels like december 8th
With foreign names, valet the range
Starting on june the 15th
And i doubt that ever change
I never liked my fifth grade teacher neither!
Nigga, you don't claim none, fan i am the teacher
You can't face th' brutal honest
You the party baby i'm just the guest list
He said that he rather put the pump to his face
So no im blazing a biff of the dam grade haze
My grade six teacher was queer and not cool,
Champagne, foreign names in my pool
And save your shitty freestyle rhymes for a kid in the 5th grade
That'd be the day his label treat him like a signal fade
He said you're better without him, i'm not the only fuck
In the seventh grade, classmates considered me gay, what?
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