Pale

[Intro]

Yeah, uhh

Class of '09

Half of you motherfuckers didn't even graduate, you stupid motherfuckers

But on another note, congratulations to the other motherfuckers that, passed

Yeah

Alright, yo

[Verse 1]

Kindergarten, I was onto y'all farting on the swingset

Looking for a female to-

Call institute, first Church of God went fast

Europe was the smartest, lil fuckin' ed-

Gay programmin' answer, was the only nigga

That could mention up a sentence in a stanza

Bananas and pajamas was the shit

Baduizm I was jammin'

My LA mantra was the cancer of my breakthrough

Yeah

[Bridge]

I fucked up but keep it going

Yeah, aye, ayе

Aye, aye, aye

Da-da-da da-day

Niggas in thе club, niggas in the club

Bitches showin' me love, bitch

I'm wearing a nice ass purse, bitch

Na-na na-na, alright

[Verse 2]

Sixth grade at privates, the puberty a twister

Kissin' every little bitch, coming home with fever blister

Seventh grade, mom payed la tierra

I was amazed, I was bullied by faggots, they bang

Eighth grade I was jackin' off chronically

Dick swollen honestly, to this day astonishly

Richard Henry Dana, I was bangin' from the alamo

Ended that shit, I won my Eighth grade talent show

Yeah

Eat my ass, in the club

Niggas all up in the club like “What?”

I’m like “Bitch, where you from?”

Eastside, fuckin’ banging, niggas

Walk with a brownie

And them watchin’ all them

[Interlude]

Ah, what up, hoe, say what’s up

Arf, arf, arf, arf

Yo

[Verse 3]

Ninth grade, I went to fuckin’ fag academy

For math and science, yeah, they hated me

Straight F’s, failed tests, future, man I failed that

Fuck that, fourteen, hormones in full effect

Tenth grade was a wreck, Hawthorne was a breeze

Popcorn, all D’s, show no fuck respect

The only sophomore that was stuck in chem

I failed him quicker than head from little quim

And I remember Brenda, a kiss in that September

Wanted to rape her and bend her

But I guess that shit offends her

Changed school mid-year, then I went to media arts

I didn’t know my heart wasn’t in the art to tell then

Ben 10 couldn’t picture

I felt like I got Jack for my fucking Ripper, skipper

Junior made the best shit ever

Grades good, I was clever, information I endeavor

I was the only nigga that took the SAT

Well, it was two Asians, an ese

Three other blacks with a mixed, don’t count

Guessed on that math shit, I couldn’t move, roll ‘bout

Don’t smoke, I was sober, but my niggas had an ounce

Hotbox, had to move a school to escape, no doubt

[Interlude]

Aye, okay, next part

[Verse 4]

Twelfth grade, going mental on the pencil

Instrumental black and motherfucking forth to Sacramento

Elve grade for two weeks, didn’t speak really

But I met the coolest people, if you hear me, y’all was illy

Amtrak, back and forth from the Sac’, I learned my lessons

Start cutting at my wrist, then I went to a depression

Suspended every week, hats taken, broke as fuck

Sarah dating other niggas, I was heated

I was treated like a stranger, all the gang bangers

Flang her, emo life was a hanger

My knowledge with college, well, a eighth grade polish

I was Nazi, I was nigga, I was angered, I was pilin’

But I fucked that for freshmen, fuck, I found it in time

When it now was in the chaw with a guy

Won a llama, soma nama with the niggas in the wooler

Fawligen and towel with a mother bodily holder

[Outro]

Oh shit, fuck, I just fucked up