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