Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song School for Scoundrels , by - Apathy. Release date: 10.08.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
School for Scoundrels |
| Demigodz is world wide, but I’m straight out of Connecticut |
| Flow’s futuristic like it’s made out of synthetic shit |
| Used to date this girl now I’m breaking up and deading it |
| Had to ditch that bitch to make out with a better chick |
| You don’t know about Hell unless you walk through it |
| Can’t recognize the devil’s face unless you talk to it |
| And I’m very well acquainted my soul is tainted |
| Got that Van Gogh flow when my pain is painted |
| Wise beyond my years so my age is ancient |
| Love dirty hip hop that gets made in a basement |
| Fuck a pretty clean studio, my pop screen pantyhose |
| I’ve been through fucked up times that only my family knows |
| I’d love to be political and say no to fascists |
| But rather be superficial and say no to fat chicks |
| Disintegrate your favorite rappers to ashes |
| I’m tryin' to dress fly 'til society’s cashless |
| A Magnum in my pocket lotta money in my wallet |
| Nike box wall to wall, I’m a freaking sneakaholic |
| And I cut your guts and remove your bowels |
| Ap’s the principal in the school for scoundrels |
| Class is in session, throw in the towels |
| You gotta a late pass? |
| (You're in the school for scoundrels) |
| Knock out your teeth can’t pronounce your vowels |
| Taught to act foul |
| (You're in the school for scoundrels) |
| «Coulda went to school and been much greater» — MC Shan |
| «Cause you need schoolin'» — Boogie Down Productions |
| «Coulda went to school and been much greater» — MC Shan |
| «So take a minute now to hear me» — Boogie Down Productions |
| Put the Demigodz in your cd player |
| Look at the cover tell your man |
| «Yo you see these players?» |
| Should have known from the start your whole crew is fake |
| I watched your video and thought I saw a blooper tape |
| Don’t matter if you a boxer, you should see the way my ox cut |
| Put you in a box, rockin' a tux and close the top up |
| This show ain’t over till the guitar smashed |
| Vision cloudy blowin' smoke from cigar blast |
| I’m a bizarre chap, Don CeSar of this rap |
| My reality show will make you retards clap |
| So get back, I’m back at it |
| The best form of flattery is steam rollin' you faggots |
| I fucked this fat bitch in the bathtub with musty arm pits |
| Blew the pussy out the water bitch said I had the bomb dick |
| I’m bipolar when I’m flexing anger |
| At the crib, laughing watching Chuck Norris Texas Ranger |
| I saw the angel of death at KFC |
| And said «Order me some wings |
| What I mean is put me on your team.» |
| Stop fronting |
| I put in work when I pop something |
| Send them to the depths of hell |
| With one push of the Glock button |