I used to bite my tongue and chew on my pencil
Scared to anger the teacher with biting a utensil
So I sat quietly, chewing politely
I guess I forgot I had a choice
I let the pencil push me past the breaking point
I stood for nothing, so I fell for everything.
My teacher: SLS, report to the pricnipal’s office for chewing on your penci—
Me: [Smacks the teacher in the face.]
It held me down, but I got up (hey)
Already brushing off the eraser dust
You hear my voice, you hear that sound
I got the eye of a teacher, a biter
Dancing through the halls
A gladiator
And I’m just really boreeeeeeed
Louder than a bully
Cause I’mma gladiator
And I’m just really boreeeeeeed
The teacher (who now has a punch mark on her face): What is it that keeps you going? Is it the call of the hunt? The thirst for not getting in trouble? Or are you just a scared little—
[I stab the teacher in the chest using my bitten-on pencil.]
I got the eye of the teacher, a biter
Dancing through the halls
A gladiator
And I’m just sitting here in detention, really boreeeeeeed
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