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lirik lagu scrubstitute teachers – insane clown posse

[verse 1: violent j]
-gunshot- i let one fly in the cl-ss i’m teachin’
shut the f-ck up when the duke is speakin’
i don’t give detention on the weekend
you give me sh-t, i’m handin’ out beatin’s
i ain’t afraid to get hands on with that -ss
split your little fat–ss wig in cl-ss
don’t push me, kid. take your f-ckin’ seat
and less proceed. who got the weed?
what do you normally do with mr. duncan?
(science) well he ain’t here, so f-ck him
you b-tch, how old are them t-tties?
d-mn, too young. egg foo young
now, you can shoot dice in the back, but
any money exchange, i needs my cut
the rest of y’all, eyes to the front
i show you how to juggle while rolling a blunt

[chorus: sh-ggy 2 dope]
listen up, cl-ss
(school us on real sh-t)
now, listen up, cl-ss
(we want it, that real)
listen up, cl-ss
(school us on real sh-t)
now, listen up, cl-ss
(we want it, hey. we want it, hey)

[verse 2: willie d]
it’s willie. what to do?
i’m your mother f-ckin’ subst-tute
i got a headache and just wrecked my truck
so shut yo’ -sses up
let me school you on some real sh-t
j. edgar hoover used to suck d-ck
elvis presley put c-ke up his nose
and martin luther king had a couple o’ hoes
the school board, i can’t call it
half of ‘em on drugs. the rest are alcoholics
i don’t know why you study so hard
ain’t no f-ckin’ jobs
i can [?] what’s the problem, slick
before i sleep in the park, i’ma rob a b-tch
i got the guns and some bullets that are hooded, g
i wish a mother f-cker would try to bully me

[verse 3: sh-ggy 2 dope]
i’ve written my name on the chalkboard:
“the southwest strangla, underground lord”
if you run your mouth or don’t do what you’re told
straight the f-ck up, i’ll knock you out cold
leave you on the floor unconscious
to remind anybody else who want sh-t
some of you hoes look good. i said it
see me after cl-ss for extra credit
[?] in my thermos mug
straight a’s for slackers and skippin’ scrubs
today’s -ssignment: how to cook meth
cheerleader team comin’ home with d-ck breath
history is all lies. f-ck sports
in your letterman coat, you’re nothin’ but dorks
tell your mom it’s time for parent-teacher
i’ll bend her over the teacher, like “uh!”

[verse 3: monoxide child & jamie madrox]
what up, cl-ss? i’m your scrubst-tute
and i’m ‘bout to teach you how to make that loot
there’s 28 grams in an ounce o’ weed
and at a dime a piece, that’s 280
[?]
just get your homie’s name, and it’s back on the streets
-ring- well, that’s the bell
i’m on work release, so i’m headed back to jail
got a way of corruptin’ the misfits
so i’m spreadin’ out to many different school districts
after the scrubst-tute’s done takin’ attendance
tell ‘em put they hands on they desk and empty they pockets
lesson one: anyone can get got
screw ya, how to flip a no and cut a key. don’t get shot
pay attention to the teacher, and you practice your homework
tomorrow’s lesson is robbin’ a bank and pimpin’ a skirt

- insane clown posse

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