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letra de school teacher - bizarre

[intro: bizarre]
i used to have a crush (have a crush)
on my elementary school teacher
named ms. walker

[refrain: bizarre]
she was my school teacher (yeah)
oh, i got good grades (a’s and b’s, no c’s)
i was a skinny n-gga (skinny little n-gga, hehehe)
i used to rock a high top fade (fade, fade, fade, fade)

[verse 1: bizarre]
bonita applebum, mixed with grape jelly
i rubbed on her thigh, she felt on my belly
five times five equals thick thighs
six times six equals a big ol’ d-ck
i farted it in class, man i need a pass
’cause some big ol’ sh-t is coming out my ass
i’m a shy guy, i say i’m a loner
every time she walk past, i get a b-n-r
and maybe i’ll phone her, but i ain’t got her number
but i’ll get it, some time this summer
’cause i’m gon’ be in summer school for acting a d-mn fool
getting high, popping pills, and smoking cooze

[chorus: bizarre]
i love my teacher, i love my teacher, my teacher, she loves me
never in my life have i thought about her s-xually
i gave her an apple to express my love, and how i feel inside
i love ms. walker, i can’t deny until the day i die
[verse 2: riodata]
yeah, i’m a dog, teacher’s pet (uh-huh)
sick thoughts, need to see the vet (uh-uh)
doctors excuse say i don’t have to
be in class today: f-ck that next chapter
go take your lunch break, and then meet me after
fifth hour home ec., hope you got a long neck
you might get back late, hope you’re in for the long stretch
and on your way back, hope you’re down for some phone s-x
i can imagine, both my hands grabbin’
all over ms. jackson’s ass every day after class
and ms. walker, i did your daughter
she’s such my type of girl, and she does what her momma taught her
it may seem strange, but i can’t complain
my progress report’s fresh and i got straight a’s, so uh
to all my teachers, it was nice to give it to ya
let’s hook up later on, i think i need a private tutor, let’s go

[verse 3: kid jinx]
third hour english, boy i stay dreaming (daytime)
thoughts of gettin’ down, like [?] (bam!)
lookin’ at her booty, while she on the chalk-board
on my safety post, lookin’ out for her contour ([?] ’em up)
on reward days, gettin’ lots of candy
get my lunch money up, just to smell her panties
last week, got in trouble for a spellin’ test
“basketball” was the word, but i spelled “s-x” (s-e-x)
pretty feet, walkin’ by, hard to concentrate
on the p-ssy in my face, but can’t ej-cul-te (my weiner)
since sue’s sweet, she’ll turn your frown ’round
you just got divorced, work through the teacher’s lounge
[chorus: bizarre]
i love my teacher, i love my teacher, my teacher, she loves me
never in my life have i thought about her s-xually
i gave her an apple to express my love, and how i feel inside
i love ms. walker, i can’t deny until the day i die

- bizarre

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