What's up. This is our no.2. It's in the same vein as our last song and it's about SCHOOL! Beat credit goes to none other than Mr. Mathers, Eminem.
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(Pala)
7 years muthafuckas
(Walid)
8 year veteran
(Joe)
You know J.lizard still be reppin
(Chorus)
We're just sitting in the back of our class
The teachers telling us to complete the task
Instead of listening we make a fat mess
And if she's buff we're gonna look at her chest
(Walid)
So I get in school right, it's about 9
Walk up to the common room and i'm all like
Sup guys, why you so dry
No need to act like somebody died
They're all like Oh my God it's him
For fuck's sake guys, it's this dick again
I swear to fucking God, if you speak one more time
I'm gonna, i'm gonna, break your spine
And by now Howard's nearly up the stairs
We try to run away, coz we just don't care
Sitting outside, kids bothering me
I'm looking at them You got a problem G
See, it's not like back in the day
When we're sitting in the hall with Burgess on stage
And he's telling us all, how we're gonna be great
And we have to go class and we can't be late
Shit, we did it anyway
Everyday, sitting in the class flirting
girls give us blue balls and then we start hurting
We need to start jerking, let's go to Ashburton
(Chorus)
We're just sitting in the back of our class
The teachers telling us to complete the task
Instead of listening we make a fat mess
And if she's buff we're gonna look at her chest
Sitting in class Hayne's arse in my face
Man please God get me out of this place
No buff teachers, no cheerleaders
Just greasy guys with rudeboy features
6th Form's good but main school's flopping, too many pikeys boppin round in their nikeys
Too many blacks with Era caps... woops
I meant African-British... lemme finish
Wait this is a college of languages
Most these kids don't know what a language is
Sports department... what sports department
Gym looks like a derelict apartment
Football goals are like 4 white poles
Basketball nets are all full of holes
Shit man this place needs heavy investment
This crummy ass school would fail any assessment
No wait I can't keep putting it down
Fuck it that shit hole used to get me down
I'll say it once and i'll say it again
The best part of my day was 3:10pm
Rolling back home gotta catch 14
But the bus is reeking of adolescent teens
Putney Hill... time to chill
I'm so sick of these ends though man for real
To-ing and fro-ing is making life hard
Time to go home, back to my yard
Hop on the bus beep my Oyster Card
This journey's a trek man... oh my Gaaad
Seems like I spent my whole life in Putney
Back to Tooting that smells like chutney
I really don't want to end this rap abruptly
But i'm out of this bitch don't try and stop me
(Chorus)
We're just sitting in the back of our class
The teachers telling us to complete the task
Instead of list-en-ing we make a fat mess
And if she's buff we're gonna look at her chest
(Pala)
They say the class clown- is funny and he's hot
I'm the opposite- my jokes suck cock
I waved at a girl- she said, Fuck off
I thought I was cute- obviously not!
Ready to snap- this room has no fan
Sweatshop- (Hey, dude, I love your band)
Shut the fuck up, Em- it's my time
This'll turn sour- I'll go lime
Now I'm getting hungry- queue lunch time
HOLY FUCKING SHIT- HOW LONG'S THIS LINE!?
All I want- is a tuna baguette
n now I'm stuck- behind a library FAGuette
Harry Potter rocks, Twilight's so cool
Shut the fuck up bitch or I'ma Twilight you!
Room goes silent- I look the fool
Even a year 7 shouts- You're a tool
Fuckin little prick- who he think he is?
N rudeboy's echos just giving me fear
Fuck my life no-one likes me here!
This sucks ass- I got so much work
I'll skip class- strut the halls n smirk
I see a hot teacher- her breasts are pert
It's not my fault- I spring a vert
THIS IS SO BAD- I'MA LOOK A JERK
I GOTTA THINK QUICK- BEFORE I SPURT
I'M JUST GOING TOILET- MY TUMMY HURTS!
Sure, Pala, just be quick
And while you're there sort out your dick
(All)
Girl why can't you see that I'm right in front of you in class
and when I talk to you you should just let me TAP-THAT-ASS
(Pala)
Sweating blood n tears. We doin the business
(Joe)
Still there. Dead as it ever was, yo
(Walid)
Class of 2008... even though I left in 2009
(Pala)
Ye. Are we done boys?
(Joe)
I believe so...
(Walid)
Shit, Joe, we late for class. Get yo shit together, Ferrel's coming
(Joe)
Fo'real, the pips jus went, yo
(Pala)
A- a yo, lemme jus get my backpack. Uh- we done here
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