This is a song about "Tests"

Lord lord forgive us, personality clash

I don't think you'll get your unit tests to pass

Said fifty for a song, and they won’t leave me alone

And we'll pass your fucking tests and then write our own

The teacher begins passing out the tests

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

And when the game tests you a true writer plays

Move like i’m walking with an open case

My tech blows straight off the roof and tests yo' respect though

Heartbroken obviously, there's not tomorrow

I'm wearing up with questions n tests all done growing sick n retard

But there's a devil in the ghetto tryin to tear it apart

Put on a act like i'm possessed, do the fucking tests and the rest.

Down to ride to the bloody end, just me and my girlfriend