The Wascals
Текст песни Class Clown

(CHORUS:
Come ditch if you're down, through the halls run around, throw your books to the ground if you are a class clown[2x])

VERSE 1--St. Imey:
Teacher Teacher, you can't make me stay;
I know I can't make rounds without a pass and I'm late, so mark me tardy
But come to first period havin' a party
I'm talking and such (???)
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 (???) your lessons (???)
My parents always said don't let the teachers put you down,
or walk around school grounds labeled as a class clown
Class Clown?
Class Clown!

(CHORUS)
Class Clown?
Class Clown!

VERSE 2--Spit-Anky:
In my class, I did everything but pass, 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 killer, killer 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 class clown

(CHORUS)
Class clown?
Class clown!

VERSE 3--Bucwheed:
I hate school with a passion; garbage cans, hallways I be smashin',
Bashin'; I'm crashin, I'm cutting classes,
I got a lot of dips who write me fake passes
Me be a rapper? All I get is laughter from some coffee-breathed 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 class, 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 class clown and that's permanent...

...

VERSE 4--Alphie:
Every class 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 *****,
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 **** hit's the fan you know that I'll be in it;
Oh man, oh man, oh please don't let this ***** 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 class clown