Pale - Outro

[Intro]
Yeah, uhh
Class of '09
Half of you motherfuckers didn't even graduate, you stupid motherfuckers
But on another note, congratulations to the other motherfuckers that, passed...
Yeah
Alright, yo

[Verse 1]
Kindergarten, I was onto y'all farting on the swingset
Looking for a female to-
Call institute, first Church of God went fast
Europe was the smartest, lil fuckin' ed-
Gay programmin' answer, was the only nigga
That could mention up a sentence in a stanza
Bananas and pajamas was the shit
Baduizm I was jammin'
My LA mantra was the cancer of my breakthrough
Yeah
I fucked up but keep it going
Yeah, aye, ayе
Aye, aye, aye
Da-da-da da-day
Niggas in thе club, niggas in the club
Bitches showin' me love, bitch
I'm wearing a nice ass purse, bitch
Na-na na-na, alright

[Verse 2]
Sixth grade at privates, the puberty a twister
Kissin' every little bitch, coming home with fever blister
Seventh grade, mom payed la tierra
I was amazed, I was bullied by faggots, they bang
Eighth grade I was jackin' off chronically
Dick swollen honestly, to this day astonishly
Richard Henry Dana, I was bangin' from the alamo
Ended that shit, I won my Eighth grade talent show
Yeah
Eat my ass, in the club
Niggas all up in the club like “What?”
I’m like “Bitch, where you from?”
Eastside, fuckin’ banging, niggas
Walk with a brownie
And them watchin’ all them
Ah, what up, hoe, say what’s up
Arf, arf, arf, arf

[Interlude]
Yo

[Verse 3]
Ninth grade, I went to fuckin’ fag academy
For math and science, yeah, they hated me
Straight F’s, failed tests, future, man I failed that
Fuck that, fourteen, hormones in full effect
Tenth grade was a wreck, Hawthorne was a breeze
Popcorn, all D’s, show no fuck respect
The only sophomore that was stuck in chem
I failed him quicker than head from little quim
And I remember Brenda, a kiss in that September
Wanted to rape her and bend her
But I guess that shit offends her
Changed school mid-year, then I went to media arts
I didn’t know my heart wasn’t in the art to tell then
Ben 10 couldn’t picture
I felt like I got Jack for my fucking Ripper, skipper
Junior made the best shit ever
Grades good, I was clever, information I endeavor
I was the only nigga that took the essay, T
Well, it was two Asians, an ese
Three other blacks with a mixed, don’t count
Guessed on that math shit, I couldn’t move, roll ‘bout
Don’t smoke, I was sober, but my niggas had an ounce
Hotbox, had to move a school to escape, no doubt

[Interlude]
Aye, okay, next part

[Verse 4]
Twelfth grade, going mental on the pencil
Instrumental black and motherfucking forth to Sacramento
Elve grade for two weeks, didn’t speak really
But I met the coolest people, if you hear me, y’all was illy
Amtrak, back and forth from the Sac’, I learned my lessons
Start cutting at my wrist, then I went to a depression
Suspended every week, hats taken, broke as fuck
Sarah dating other niggas, I was heated
I was treated like a stranger, all the gang bangers
Flang her, emo life was a hanger
My knowledge with college, well, a eighth grade polish
I was Nazi, I was nigga, I was angered, I was pilin’
But I fucked that for freshmen, fuck, I found it in time
When it now was in the chaw with a guy
Won a llama, soma nama with the niggas in the wooler
Fawligen and towel with a mother bodily holder

[Outro]
Oh shit, fuck, I just fucked up