| I don’t wanna go to school. |
| I don’t need no education
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| I don’t wanna be like you. |
| I don’t wanna save the nation (daddy no!)
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| I just wanna live my life. |
| everyday a celebration
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| One day I’ma leave this world. |
| I’m waitin for the revelation
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| I wanna kill myself! |
| I’m still debatin
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| In front of a baptist church, masturbatin
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| Prayin to Satan — think I’m crazy cause I smoke crack
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| Live on B with the mac in a two family flat (fuck it)
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| Tired of gettin hit in the face with a broom
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| My moms on her period, my dad’s in my room (Daddy no!)
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| I got ten rocks and I need to get out
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| I sold them in five minutes, at my own damn house (Moms smoke crack)
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| My poor grandmother, God bless her soul
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| The bitch got AIDS (aww) she just waitin to die of a cold (hahaha)
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| There’s three things that keep me from bein a Nazi
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| I’m black, a fag, and my dad’s Liberace
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| No matter how bad the beatin, I went to school cheatin
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| My dad whooped my ass at a PTA meetin
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| Stick with school I had to have nuts just to do it
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| Got bored and became truant
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| When I had the gall to go I just couldn’t do it
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| I was lured into corners by the peer pressure shit
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| How would you feel if you was held by the tip of a barrel
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| Gettin threatened to get your skin ripped to bone marrow
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| Bet suburban kids never got rushed for their apparel
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| like me, outcast, last in class
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| First to leave, when the teacher called on me Best believe I had somethin up my sleeve
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| I’ve been praised and labelled as crazed
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| My mother was unable to raise me, full of crazy rage
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| An angry teenager, nothin can change me back
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| Gangsta rap made me act like a maniac
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| I was boostin, so influenced by music I used it as an excuse to do shit, ooh I was stupid
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| No one can tell me nothin hip-hop overwhelmed me to the point where it had me in a whole 'nother realm
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| It was like isolatin myself was healthy
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| It felt like we was on welfare but wealthy
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| Compelled me to excel when school it failed me Expelled me and when the principal would tell me I was nothin, and I wouldn’t amount to shit
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| I made my first million and counted it Now look at, a fuckin drop-out that quits
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| Stupid as shit, rich as fuck, and proud of it That’s why
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| I was raised with a rifle and mask
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| Steadily beatin my psychiatrist ass just for askin about my past
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| (bitch) I was never on that punk shit; |
| fuckin around
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| can get yo’belove abducted, smothered in blood quick
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| You couldn’t pay Swift to give a fuck
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| Was crazy like my father, it musta been poison in that nigga’s nut
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| Far as probation, fuck peein in cups
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| I violate at any time, let 'em see the blunt
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| I grew up steadily masturbatin inside of cells
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| Young as hell, havin conversations with myself
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| You could tell I wasn’t lenient, a disobedient
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| Lynched and slapped teachers, bitch I’m not readin it You don’t know what dawgs go through, a little nigga
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| Sippin liquor with my old dude, what the fuck you gon’do?
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| I’m quick to curse you, I told my mother that I’ma hurt you
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| if you ever again mention a curfew
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| Look, my family ignored me and I don’t like that
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| They don’t even listen when I tell them I’ll be right back
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| (Yeah whatever) This nice beautiful house ma, it don’t mean shit
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| Cause you know daddy’s a drunk and he don’t clean shit
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| And yesterday he hit me like a grown fuckin man
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| I couldn’t stand up to him, I just ducked and ran
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| I’m sick of this, I wish on Christmas
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| that I can get a loaded four-fifth and put a fuckin end to this
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| (Fuck it) I got no friends and I can’t get a bitch
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| Only thing I have is dirty magazines and sticky fingertips
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| Nothin to smile about, I’m about to lose my mind
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| Got me an automatic nine, now I’m ballin out
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| Wait 'til school’s over, pu-pil are people to shoot through
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| Kids goin cuckoo, with a two-two
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| Since my friend is this new dude, in this high school
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| Losin his noodle learn that people don’t like you
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| The football jocks is, spittin on him
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| Popular kids in school is now pickin on him
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| Burn out youngsta niggaz now hittin on him
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| And his teacher in his english class keep flippin on him
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| And now he’s grounded with no allowances
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| for drinkin forty ounces, cause he was caught by his counselors
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| And why the fuck I gotta ride the bench coach?
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| Already got expelled for wearin a trenchcoat
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| All I ever seen is.
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| Told me to keep silent, stop battin my eyelids
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| It’s apparent that my parents weren’t parents at all
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| That’s why I blew out my brains and murdered you all |