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letra de lunch money - daniel monroe

[intro]
bullying is very bad
but that’s how savages are made
yeah, yeah
let’s get it on
look at these sorry ass kids, man
they better stay in their lane or else

[hook]
hey, teachers (what?)
hey, speakers (what?)
cheerleaders (what?)
old geezers (what?)
hey greasers (what?)
don’t act stupid
give me your lunch money
those jocks (what?)
the exchanged french (what?)
broken goths (what?)
nerds and preps (what?)
hey, princ-p-l (what?)
oh, you know what
give mе your lunch money

[verse 1]
let’s take a trip down mеmory lane to my youth
my middle name translation is the truth
as a pathological mendacious fool
it took a while to behave from pre-k to middle school
with minimal effort
i had my own personal school district criminal record
with 2 pounds of sugar, i got an over-rushed power meter
smacking kids down ’til they have cauliflower ears
i knew a kid who smelled bad, an hispanic girl
the odor was rancid, i could have hurled
i would’ve blurted out saying “take a bath, i’m sterile”
in asia, that would’ve been an automatic referral
my inner child won’t stop
like george carlin, i had to say the words to know it’s wrong
i’ll be kickboxing like mirko cro cop
using mic foam covers from someone’s afro top
dividing my w’s like a number so humongulous
we were hot for teachers, now teachers are hot for us
i was a diverse and complicated mix
in high school, i could fit into any of the cliques
there was a chick who had a nice b-tt
she liked the compliment but the staff minded it much
stubbornness is a disease made up of ego red cells
anyone who ghosts on me becomes a ghost themselves
[hook]
hey, teachers (what?)
hey, speakers (what?)
cheerleaders (what?)
old geezers (what?)
hey greasers (what?)
don’t act stupid
give me your lunch money
those jocks (what?)
the exchanged french (what?)
broken goths (what?)
nerds and preps (what?)
hey, princ-p-l (what?)
oh, you know what
give me your lunch money

[verse 2]
onto elementary, this is where i did the most damage
i watched age restricted films with closed captions
colder than antarctica’s depth pressure
at least i knew more history than vanguard developers
this was at the time when soulja boy was hot
cause, in the talent show, a boy cranked that on the spot
i was camera shy and practically bragged about videos
i was a good second baseman like craig biggio
i had two tickets within two days, back to back
i was talking silly like i was jack black
shoot a kid on a gunboat and told the other that he’s a f-g
got spanked on my ass
i had two girlfriends, they allowed the kisses
but there’s always some kid talked about like a snitch
forged by dad’s signature for the daily planner
and still no expulsion was made to deprave me after
[hook]
hey, teachers (what?)
hey, speakers (what?)
cheerleaders (what?)
old geezers (what?)
hey greasers (what?)
don’t act stupid
give me your lunch money
those jocks (what?)
the exchanged french (what?)
broken goths (what?)
nerds and preps (what?)
hey, princ-p-l (what?)
oh, you know what
give me your lunch money

[verse 3]
yeah, you know i’m about that lunch money
all that colorful chalk looking like drug money
beatdowns after class, that’s some blood money
hungry chicks who like d’s got that sl-t money
i’m just going through cafeteria trust funding
kids wanna try and do something, but nothing
you could’ve raised your voice as if hilary duff is stunning
if they say they’re broke, i can see their bluff’s crumbling
with yellow jacket telepathy
i was the skinniest alpha male that you’ve ever seen
embrace to the nh2 like organic methylamine
serving knuckle sandwiches with brass specialty
it’s 21 jump street – breaking bad chemistry
my style shows valedictorian excellency
pouncing at jet speed like a reckless me
bring me into a fight and i’ll win it effortlessly
[hook]
hey, teachers (what?)
hey, speakers (what?)
cheerleaders (what?)
old geezers (what?)
hey greasers (what?)
don’t act stupid
give me your lunch money
those jocks (what?)
the exchanged french (what?)
broken goths (what?)
nerds and preps (what?)
hey, princ-p-l (what?)
oh, you know what
give me your lunch money

- daniel monroe

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