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letra de introducing - disjointed

[teacher (disjointed)]
ok cl-ss we have a new student today. would you like to introduce yourself?
[disjointed]
uhh… eh sure, whatever
f-ck everybody who eats liquorice
f-ck all the students thinking their parents give a sh-t
i’m so sick of this, you get the gist of it
i want to pistol whip you motherf-ckers til you’re blisterin’
the name’s disjointed,usually depressed and make other feel poisoned
i mean poignant (uh what did i say… uhh i keep forgetting things…. f-ck!)
i’ll keep it going then
always on people’s lawns but i’m never mowing them
gotta practice my death stare, so when i want you to leave you’ll have fled scared
when, where, why, and how too, me in the library with a candlestick in a foul mood
i’m a loud dude, speak to me if you wanna end up in the clouds soon
my personality….(sucks air between t–th) uh.. -ssh0l- p-ss bowls like
thanksgiving c-sseroles. if you wanna be my friend it’s the last call
cause i’ve been fillin’ up with villain chumps i scratched off
my death list. so stick ’em up
i go fisticuffs with you pr-cks at lunch
bathe in listerine so kiss the ring
flayed my skin to see my visceral things
not the kind of student you’ll ever know
forever cold. isn’t life just stupid?
i’m only kinda lucid half the time
and the other half is filled with the night is snoopin’
and this guy, with the suit on, i bet you slept in it last night on your futon
humbler than edan getting his freak on with rihanna letting him do what he wants
oh, i’m fluent in nine languages
i made them all up. is that strange a bit?
hobbies?eh
things that make me sick, like talking to people whilst i strangle them
yes i know i’m cr-ss but the way that i dress got so much cl-ss
i pop molly more than i pop collars
my goals are not falling and threatening top scholars
i don’t need a career choice, plan on dying a horrible death by the end of the year. oi!
pay me no mind. i’m brain-dead. i hate feds don’t even think to phone 9-1-1
stun gun to your lung. um would care for a toast from my punch hun?
in conclusion, just stay away or else you’ll probably gonna have an angry day

[disjointed]
sniff
[teacher]
uh… right…. so um….. (clears throat) y..uh.. you’ll be seated next to sin7ven over there
[disjointed]
whatever
[teacher]
yeah, so uh… tha..that..that’s your desk. um (clears throat). ok on to the lesson for today
open up your books to page 207

- disjointed

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