Shut your fucking mouths and sit your asses down ass clowns
Professor’s at the blackboard and you’re in class now
Listen up you silly fucks and just review this syllabus
I’m stressing that this lesson plan is hella tough and how

Don’t keep office hours don’t accept extra credit
I’m like your student loan to me you’ll be forever indebted
I don’t grade on a curve you’ll cop a pass or you won’t
And you’ll ask “how do we drop this class?” You don’t

Wanna make pretend like we are playing some game nope
Don’t do it don’t do it
I ain’t your friend (no) though you know my first name so
Don’t use it don’t don’t don’t
You’re a fan who made a rap track now you want my feedback well
Don’t send it don’t send it
I call you out for saying problematic shit heed that hell
Don’t defend it don’t don’t don’t

Pop quiz pigeons what’s the one hard and fast rule
(Don’t?) Ah you didn’t raise your hand now get the fuck out my classroom
And pass through the student union looking so appalled
I don’t tolerate impatient know-it-alls and that’s you

Everyone who fails the midterm exam
Is getting slapped I’ll watch your flesh redden under my hand
One of these days you’ll realize that you deserved what you got
You forgot there is no try or do there is only do not

Wanna say hi when I’m outside on the street cool
Don’t touch me don’t touch me
Asking me daily when my new tunes’ll be released fool
Don’t rush me don’t don’t don’t
Harassing me to ask if you can open my show fuck
Don’t go that route don’t go that route
On everything I share you comment “come to Ohio” ugh
Don’t post that don’t ever fucking post that

Fuck. I am so sick of that. Ugh.
You know, I didn’t used to be like this.
I used to be grateful, happy.
You did this to me.
You fucking made me like this.

Now it’s time to take your final I will scratch your eyes out like they’re made of vinyl
I will straight defile you do things you’ll find so vile you
Will file through this violent school or I’ll annihilate you fools
Only took this teaching gig to violate you

Exile you from my fandom and castle
You were dicks I was a dick back and now I’m the asshole
One of these days I’ll be less mad with hate I will or I won’t
And you’ll ask “how do we graduate?” Well guess

Offer me a gig for exposure instead of money dude
Don’t bother me don’t bother me
Don’t like my posts (no) find them offensive unfunny or rude
Don’t follow me don’t don’t don’t
Download all my stuff for free from some torrent site
Don’t tell me don’t tell me
You found this whole song mean insulting abhorrent right
I don’t care I don’t fucking care

Class dismissed. Get it?
Because you were the class in that metaphor, and I was very dismissive.
Understand? It doesn’t matter.
Get out of here.