I got weed, hash; when i breeze past, breathe fast
Cause you can't even rap in the fourth grade band
No david lettermans acting a fool
A little coke addict fresh out grade school
But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her
I never liked my fifth grade teacher neither!
You're raging an got some grammar issues go back to first grade
No days off is time gone, trying to get my paper straight
This is oh so much like getting votes
Since third grade i been packin bowls
Wasn’t bustin’ jimmy, i’d be busy gettin’ paid
And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade
Theres nothing wrong with a hit from the blunt and plus its number 1 grade
Of better days when you ain't have to settle for whatever played
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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