And to top it all off I'm losing my hair
Boy's still in bed, handprint on his ass
Tell him to wake up, that I'll see him in class
And no, I'm not bumping up his grade
Throw him a twenty, at least he got paid
Stole that President out of his pocket
He didn't deserve it, he shot like a damn rocket
Old Hickory can fuck it, bitch started the Trail
Do that nowadays, your ass would end up fucked in jail
Richard Lawrence should have checked the weather
Instead he rotted away in straps made of leather
Old Andrew Jackson got saved by humidity
But now we get to question his Presidential validity
I'd say that in class, but I'm just a grader
Don't look so incredulous, don't be a hater
I'm decidin' if kids get to keep their HOPE
"Ugly fucking handwriting, financial aid - NOPE!"
It's not about ethics or honor or some promise made to God
Please, for 13k a year, I'm sittin' in front of a firing squad
Trying to pay bills, buying books on declining gender and Foucault
What ever happened to George Washington and good old Rousseau?
Disgruntled, maybe, bitchy, yes, still going to educate your kids in four years?
Please, little metro rich bitch white wife, whine more, I feed on your fears
Until then I'll sleep in my office, grade until seven AM, fuck your son before class
Really, darlin, the only good thing about this job is slapping his sweet undergrad ass
