Paper planes & SPITBALLS

Spitting spitballs back of the head Kicking nerds in the butt till their cheeks turn red Eyes glued to the clock so distracted Don’t really give a fuck what my teacher said Launching paper planes with wide ruled pages How is it that forty minutes seems like ages? Damn, five days a week Passing my time picking on geeks Wedgie in the classroom, swirlie in the bathroom Better watch your ass when this bully come past you Not known to be nice Starting fights out by the racks made for the bikes And I might take a fist to your face start to shite in your pants You are frightened of damage I do with my hands Like to be like Mike Tyson alright Never met miss manners I’m mad impolite This is life as the life of a math class clown Turning smiles upside down Curse words in the blanks of my scantron 8th grade rebel with a cause I am one Got no fear of detention did I mention One fight away from a permanent suspension Get my kicks playing tricks on the bus Cheat on every test just to get a D+ motherfucker