Wednesday, February 17, 2010

-Yo, welcome to this talk.
Imma talk all 'bout my beloved Secondary School.
And, welcome to **** Secondary School.

-Hey, this is a dope school, holding strong to their strict rules.
Making life difficult for the students, discipline teachers having their own way, happily stripping off our attendance.
Love it when they cuts our hairs, they're just jealous of our beautiful hairs, which theirs' looks like those fucking hares'.
They lost the favours and lose their family heir.
All just to tribute to the School, to make the rules, to reduce the loose, and to step on their students wit their shoes.
Fuckers wanna rebel had joined the rank of the so-called 'gangsta' , to become teachers' jester.
Entertaining them wit all the troubles that y'all tries to create, but when the rules comes, y'all hide in crates.
Building up hates, and release them on other students, trying to act cool by finding trouble wit the Seniors, fuck y'all Imma go back and settle this.

-Okay, enough of the negatives, let's talk 'bout the positives. (yo)
What this school is good for, is that we, the students always stands for each other, even we are just four.
Putting aside our colours and cultures, we stands up when others tries to bring down our fuckin' sculptures.
We eat healthy and step in to each others' religions, not like those teachs trying to step on to our legions!
When troubles calls, let's stand side by side and march down to the road of friendships,
chase those fuckin' invaders back to their ships, and rob them off their sheeps.
To keep ourselves warm.
Racism ain't an option,
we won't sell our brothers and sisters out like those valuables that are getting sold away in the fuckin' auctions.
These fuckers are priceless dawg, more then a fuckin' hog or the hulk that are being feed off by some random hawk.
Yea, that's what's gonna happen to you dawg, despite you are some fuckin' The Hulk! We will still be the pack that will have you chased away like that fuckin' cock that'll eventually pops away from the cocktail's bottle. Pop.

-You mess wit us? You get a 76 inches of stick sticking into your arse.
Yea, even you teachers, stop judging us wit your mean mean eyes, that's so tiny, to hear your judging, I'd rather listen to a preacher, that preaches, more beautifully then your judging, bitches!
Y'all think we are listening? Haha! You're wrong! What y'all said will get off our minds as easy as pissing.
Hiss all you want, y'all ain't the only one, all of you who like to judge and judge, go get some pussies and jugs.
If not, fuck yourself. That'd help alot, oh don't do it in the parking lot. I'll do a hit and run, damn this is hot.
Look at that, you even less one piece of meat on your leg, what got you? A Gay?
Damn....