JT the Iriginal - I.B. English 3 lyrics

[Intro]: Man ya got me enrolled in ya advanced cla** that ya call I.B. English 3, and it's nonsense I won't read the books, I won't write the essays, I won't take the tests I just got one thing to say [Verse 1]: Well allow me to make my claim Ya motha f**in' cla** is lame and you're the only one to blame And when it's all over I'll never be the same I'll be ruined with this literary shame Everyday it's fifty-five minutes of hell I'm sittin' in my desk just waiting for the bell Your cla** is nothing but trauma And maybe that's because you also teach drama And all this work that you give us is off the chart If it were up to me I would never take part Because the only thing I gotta say is f** your cla** Whether I fail or I pa** The time goes by slow but I wish it went fast And you ask us to compare and contrast Between realism and romance You say I can do it but I tell you I can't And f** school house rock When we watch that sh** I'm just staring at the clock And when we read Greek tragedies I write the essay and you ask me for my strategy When I'm in your cla** it feels like you've fastened me To this desk because this cla** is just hara**ing me And you can expel me or put me in juvenile hall I really don't care at all You can put me in jail or even in prison You can even put me in San Quentin And have me on the motha f**in' d**h row But I guarantee you still won't know How much I really hate this cla** of yours It's been too long I can't take any more It's just bad for my health So that book you a**igned me you can put right back on the shelf [Interlude]: That's how it is man, I won't tolerate your cla** Ya mad as hell but I don't give a sh**, nope I won't listen to ya lectures, I won't an*lyse books, I don't even read books I don't even read [Verse 2]: Why is it so damn bad Maybe because of the pop quizzes and the vocab Metaphors, similes, and hyperboles Tell me who do you know has ever even heard of these Ya cla** is nothing but bullsh** I gotta quit cause I'm through with it Ya know just what's wrong Ya god damn cla** is not where I belong So if you're hearin' this I know you'll probably hate it But I hope you can at least appreciate it And understand that I'm so aggravated My time has been wasted and ya content is outdated When is it gonna be done 'Cause I didn't have a good run and I'm havin' no fun I really don't believe I need this knowledge Maybe I don't even want to go to college And you make us read and write about poetry But a poet is not what I hope to be So tell me what's the god damn purpose It's just worthless, tell me how did I deserve this This cla** is terrible and if I could I would stop it Every minute I'm checkin' the time on my phone in my pocket So use your logic, is this cla** really necessary 'Cause I'd rather be lyin' in a cemetery And all this sh** I'm sayin' is coming from my heart I've been sufferin' in this cla** from the very start Well I think by now I've made my point quite clear You won't be seeing me here next year So after all this I hope that you can finally see That in your cla** I don't give an s-h-i-t And I'm not gonna meet your requirements Because the only requirement is your retirement [Outro]: Ya know that sh** man, all this obscurity, it's god damn nonsense, meaningless Metaphors, hyperboles, motifs, paradoxes, f** all of it I won't annotate novels, and I damn well won't participate in the oral commentary And f** a Nathaniel Hawthorne book