J-Swift - Cla** Clown lyrics

(CHORUS: Come ditch if you're down, through the halls run around, throw your books to the ground if you are a cla** clown[2x]) VERSE 1--St. Imey: Teacher Teacher, you can't make me stay; I know I came to cla** without a pa** and I'm late so i'll be tardy For coming to first period havin' a party I'm talking to stunts filling my ??? of bacardi I'm really, really sorry Mr. Harrari, your lectures bore me I interrupt you when you tell a story I raise my hand, to make you stand up and you ignore me Open up your eyes and please realize your lessons phoney My parents always said don't let the teachers put you down Or walk around school grounds labeled as a cla** clown Cla** Clown? Cla** Clown! (CHORUS) Cla** Clown? Cla** Clown! VERSE 2--Spit-Anky: In my cla**, I did everything but pa**, I do my ACTs but good at making people laugh Telling jokes, sleeping, or maybe I wrote the raps I put signs on backs and threw off dunce caps Never took notes and from the board I never copied Wrote on desks to make the room look so sloppy Crumbled up papers; I'm up to no good, and when the teacher turned her back, I took aim like Robin Hood Ha-ha-ha, made you look, she got mad Try and threaten me and say that she would call my dad But to me that was a joke, my teachers getting shook As soon as I get home I leave my phones off the hook My phone's off the hook, I'm writing in my book And that girl with the k**a, k**a booty made me look at her dress And I'm always in a mess of trouble, sent to the office every day on the double Got my red nose and my extra big clothes and I'm down, to be the biggest cla** clown (CHORUS) Cla** clown? Cla** clown! VERSE 3--Bucwheed: I hate school with a pa**ion; garbage cans, hallways I be smashin' Bashin'; I'm thrashin, I'm cutting cla**es I got a lot of dips who write me fake pa**es Me be a rapper? All I get is laughter from some coffee-breath teacher as they try to come after... Me, because you see, all I do is wrong Could it be, could it be, could it be that I'm Rashaan? Kicked out of the cla**, well I consider myself lucky Oops! I made a mistake, I'm better known as the Bucwheed, so duck me Cause I ain't makin' no idle threats After I beat my teacher, I'm smackin' all her pets Shhh! You shouldn't be concerned with it I leave an apple with a worm in it A cla** clown and that's permanent... ... VERSE 4--Alphie: Every cla** I'm in, there's always teachers on my back Tellin' me read my notes and do my work, they tell me how to act They thinkin' I'm bad, they make me mad with all the rules they makin' But I don't listen, keep on dissin' cause it all sounds fake I look at girls I'm makin' plans out to release my semen My head's on desk, I'm getting rest, don't wake me while I'm dreamin' While I'm at school, I play the fool till I'm a ringleader My (???) never caught, but labeled as a cheater I face the wall, my name get called out each and every minute And if sh** hit's the fan you know that I'll be in it; Oh man, oh man, oh please don't let this b**h call my father But I don't sweat it, just forget it, yo I don't bother And if I fail, my pops he'll nail me underneath the ground But I guess that's the price I have to pay to be the cla** clown