Lyrics Dumb Dunces - Theory Hazit, K-Drama

Dumb Dunces

Yo, most of you cats shoulda never cut class
You still wet behind the ears with the milk mustache
You graduated, spiritually you kindergarten
Look at Necrology 101, I been a martyr
A student teacher guaranteed to move the bleachers
I have the crowd looking like a bunch of loose pieces
Live from Kentucky, lovely, the new Buckwheat
The class-clown bully, I’m gully you need to study
Battle emcees, bless my opponent before I eat
Saved by the bell politic with Lark Voorhies
I’m a cross between Screech and Slater minus the activator
My veins pump when I confront a hater
A higher learning than Laurence Fishburne
Who gave these white boys permission to use the N-word?
They bet not, I wrestle with the flesh not
I Fred Flintstone these Barney Rubbles to Bedrock
You dumb dunces like «huh, what’s this?»
My time too, wanna hear a joke?
I’m you
You dumb dunces like «huh, what’s this?»
My time too, wanna hear a joke?
I’m you
You fruit baskets don’t want beef
Stay in your seat, hungry emcees will be planning to eat
(Who smacked me with the school peacer?)
It’s either you or Regis
Just food for thought: what are you eating?
Eggheads get crucial beatings, watch for the janitor
He has an all-seeing eye that scans the parameter
I roll with students that look like they ate a lot
The way we kick it, we smash Napoleon’s tater tots
(Frickin' idiot) you’re so inconsiderate
Messing with a King’s kid, you are not serious
In-school suspension, funny you should mention
You speak in run-on sentences, no one ditches
So why you even faculty?
I see through your strategy
Transparent formality, skyscrape salary
When you call my name out, all the students sang out
(«Who's that?» Silence!) In the corner where you need to hang out
You dumb dunces like «huh, what’s this?»
My time too, wanna hear a joke?
I’m you
You dumb dunces like «huh, what’s this?»
My time too, wanna hear a joke?
I’m you
Time out everybody, you too Mrs. Seymour
Think you know it all but you really need to see more
Beyond non-enthusiastic scholars
Your principals lock principles in your minimal intervals
Come on shore like air balls and frauds in banks
You want respect but your attitude stinks
They only come to school because of the fewer
Like me or they wouldn’t play hooky like Ferris Bueller
You dumb dunces like «huh, what’s this?»
My time too, wanna hear a joke?
I’m you
You dumb dunces like «huh, what’s this?»
My time too, wanna hear a joke?
I’m you