I know i'm not the only bastard in america
Smoke reefer with ya,hippy teacher nigga, no evil nigga
Instead of countin sheep, niggas countin cannibalsand that's how it is in the pen
Went to a lie detector for a test and the truth came that you had sex with different men
Say bye bye to her
Let me be your rap teacher
Punched the teacher out like pow, he jumped my ass with some cleats
On award tour, on excursions, i'm a virgin of swap meets
Sweet, okay makes sense
It wasn't about the sex
See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows
And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes
Dick out, cake in mouth, sex sex sex, check her eyes, yup their red,
Because of the feds as we pledge to let our plague spread
But my junior year english teacher portrayed
Put it on everything, history i'mma make
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