BadTeacher
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Oh Teacher of math, you need to take a bath; you have a musky old smell, that makes you class worse than hell.
Oh teacher of math, you can't teach the class; your own problems, you get wrong! how can I pass this class?
You're dedicated to the whim of your success. If I could be you for a day, I'd tremble to the ectasy of being head first towards the era of the young but you drown in an emotional defeat. Burying yourself in the mist of have-nots.
We walk a fine line, between tolerance and mistreatment
Acting so swift with your hair tied up and your back stick straight
I can see your pulse elevating by the temples on your lucid face
Life is hard already
You make it hard for a girl to pass
Sometimes I just want to tell you "Fuck this class."
Yes, the F-bomb has definitely been dropped
Looking at me, you see how hard I try, how hard I push
let me tell you why, I'm not beating around the bush
Sit down and shut up, keep your remarks and comments till the end
This subject, I love . . . but you teaching it . . . not so much.
Why should I have to constantly hear about your family issues? I now know more than
