Wake up fool, You late for school
And the teacher ain’t nun to
Proud u pist the bed
Whut is it with u N-Eway
Hidin’ under cuvvers, pretendin'
U give a dam about N-Ewun but yerself
Wake up, u best hope the sun
Don’t cum right up and slap u
cross the face, heavun dont like
No chick'n whistler lay’bouts wid
Eyes that go no higher den his neck
Putcher pants on and get to work
U no N-Ebody else who weak ass
Aint dressd n scuttlin’ to make
Sumthin a’deyselves, d’ya hear me
Cap’n Cantbedunn
I’m speakin’n da only langwidge
I no you unnerstand
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