[Intro]
A lot of rappers out there calling themselves teachers. KRS-One isn't a teacher. I respect his contributions to the rap game, but I literally am a high school teacher, and I wrote this song to tell you all what it's like
[Verse 1]
Yeah let me tell you 'bout what a teacher is
Like Cartman ("How do I reach these kids?")
While you're in the studio recording your jams
I'm in the lounge, makin' lesson plans
The teachers all chat about kids we know
Cold making fun of stupid things they wrote
But I gotta concentrate, cause comin up next
The students get a unit test on Macbeth
[Hook 1]
I'm a teacher
An English teacher
Yeah, a teacher
An English teacher
[Verse 2]
The day of the test, and this is how it goes
I'm looking at a girl sittin' in the front row
She's concentrating on taking her test
But leaning forward on her desk so I can see down her dress
("I'm bitin' my lips sayin' damn this b**h is blessed")
Showin' about twice as much flesh as Mae West
Seventeen but cleavin' like you ain't believin'
How can she even stand up without screamin'?
You'd think that the weight on her straps would cause bleedin'
I'm trying to calculate the weight but can't even
Hypnotized by the way they inflate from her breathin'
Fiendin' to get a feel in, for real I'm like seethin'
I get up to patrol the room
Stand over her to get a better view
She's so focused, she don't even notice
I move careful like "Fielding don't blow this"
Sit under her desk, put my hands on her knees
Uncross her legs to reveal what's between
Damn, no panties, this girl is a beast
Already I'm startin' to "increase my piece"
Yo, I lean forward and exhale real quiet
She starts to feel warm but don't even know why yet
My tongue comes out and starts to explore it
Involuntarily she moves an inch forward
Gradually, I start to pick up the pace
Kinda wishin' I could see her face
But I know she has a concentrated expression
Paying attention only to her test questions
But while she's taking my examination
I'm giving her one of a different nature
I start s**in' on her clit
Now she's ready for a finger in her orifice
She's already wet so it goes in easy
I take a glance to make sure nobody sees me
But they're thinkin' 'bout my test, I know they are
Cause I made it like my dick, long and hard
So I go back to the business at hand
Orchestrating it like a one-man band
Faster and faster, 'til suddenly
She bucks her hips and erupts on me
It gushes out, sorta like a fountain
Not by the ounce, more like the gallon
I keep licking 'til she calms it down
Give it a kiss, and wipe my mouth
Feelin' like I just did somethin major
But up there she's still focused on her paper
So I slowly get up and return to my desk
She has no idea why she's covered in sweat
And that's what being a teacher is like
[Hook 2]
I'm a teacher
An English teacher
Yeah, a teacher
An A+ teacher
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