| I let one fly in the class I’m teachin'
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| Shut the fuck up when the Duke is speakin'
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| I don’t give detention on the weekend
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| You give me shit, I’m handin' out beatin’s
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| I ain’t afraid to get hands on with that ass
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| Split your little fat-ass wig in class
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| Don’t push me, kid. |
| Take your fuckin' seat
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| And less proceed. |
| Who got the weed?
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| What do you normally do with Mr. Duncan?
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| (Science) Well he ain’t here, so fuck him
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| You bitch, how old are them titties?
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| Damn, too young. |
| Egg foo young
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| Now, you can shoot dice in the back, but
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| Any money exchange, I needs my cut
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| The rest of y’all, eyes to the front
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| I show you how to juggle while rolling a blunt
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| Listen up, class
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| (School us on real shit)
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| Now, listen up, class
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| (We want it, that real)
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| Listen up, class
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| (School us on real shit)
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| Now, listen up, class
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| (We want it, hey. We want it, hey)
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| It’s Willie. |
| What to do?
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| I’m your mother fuckin' substitute
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| I got a headache and just wrecked my truck
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| So shut yo' asses up
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| Let me school you on some real shit
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| J. Edgar Hoover used to suck dick
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| Elvis Presley put coke up his nose
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| And Martin Luther King had a couple o' hoes
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| The school board, I can’t call it
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| Half of 'em on drugs. |
| The rest are alcoholics
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| I don’t know why you study so hard
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| Ain’t no fuckin' jobs
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| I can What’s the problem, slick
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| Before I sleep in the park, I’ma rob a bitch
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| I got the guns and some bullets that are hooded, G
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| I wish a mother fucker would try to bully me
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| Listen up, class
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| (School us on real shit)
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| Now, listen up, class
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| (We want it, that real)
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| Listen up, class
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| (School us on real shit)
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| Now, listen up, class
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| (We want it, hey. We want it, hey)
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| I’ve written my name on the chalkboard:
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| «The Southwest Strangla, Underground Lord»
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| If you run your mouth or don’t do what you’re told
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| Straight the fuck up, I’ll knock you out cold
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| Leave you on the floor unconscious
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| To remind anybody else who want shit
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| Some of you hoes look good. |
| I said it
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| See me after class for extra credit
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| in my Thermos mug
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| Straight A’s for slackers and skippin' scrubs
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| Today’s assignment: How to cook meth
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| Cheerleader team comin' home with dick breath
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| History is all lies. |
| Fuck sports
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| In your letterman coat, you’re nothin' but dorks
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| Tell your mom it’s time for parent-teacher
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| I’ll bend her over the teacher, like «Uh!»
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| Listen up, class
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| (School us on real shit)
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| Now, listen up, class
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| (We want it, that real)
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| Listen up, class
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| (School us on real shit)
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| Now, listen up, class
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| (We want it, hey. We want it, hey)
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| What up, class? |
| I’m your scrubstitute
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| And I’m 'bout to teach you how to make that loot
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| There’s 28 grams in an ounce o' weed
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| And at a dime a piece, that’s 280
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| Just get your homie’s name, and it’s back on the streets
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| I’m on work release, so I’m headed back to jail
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| Got a way of corruptin' the misfits
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| So I’m spreadin' out to many different school districts
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| After the scrubstitute’s done takin' attendance
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| Tell 'em put they hands on they desk and empty they pockets
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| Lesson one: Anyone can get got
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| Screw ya, how to flip a no and cut a key. |
| Don’t get shot
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| Pay attention to the teacher, and you practice your homework
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| Tomorrow’s lesson is robbin' a bank and pimpin' a skirt |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Scrubstitute Teachers , by - Insane Clown Posse. Song from the album The Mighty Death Pop! Box Set, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп