School Shooter Freestyle by KENNY BEAR Lyrics
Okay kids, today is the big day
We are going to practice public speaking
Oh wow, Kenny, you actually showed up today
Would you like to go first?
Yeah, Fuck it
Kids cracked jokes thought I'd be a school shooter
Cause I’m different than what they're used to
12 Years Old kept a bottle near my ruler
School bag filled with vodka no tool yet
Gatorade mixed with many things
Now I'm known for my mood swings
I’ll probably never wear a ring
Don't thing I'm built for the marriage ting
I used to let shit discourage me
Thought of my past unsettling
I was just a boy
Watching wild boys
Playing with my toys
Making wild noise
Brought me wild joy
I was a good boy
You couldn't tell me shit tho
Dad used to drive me to school in a pinto
Left out the side door
Always marked in tho
Sold mixtapes and stayed with the nics bro
At 16 I had the web froze
Didn't care about shit
A real snot nose
My sister kept surrounded by hoes
Only kid with adult money
Hated by the kids but the grown folks loved me
Cause I wasn't no dummy
And everybody else looked bummy
Stayed with a full stummy
Now I crack jokes like everything is funny
I'm the kid that never grew up
I'm the kid that never blew up
I’m the kid that always screwed up
The kid that never spoke too much
The kid alone at lunch
Real 90’s baby so most my thoughts toxic
Who can relate?
I'll never rap like Logic
I’d rather sing about missin' my bitch
Have a mood swing throw that bitch in the garbage
But I guess that's already been done
Been a fan of Em since a little runt
Kicked out my class just for sayin' cunt
In the fire tower smokin’ blunts
I never thought twice about what I want
Would've did anything to hit my teacher once
I'd be high in class starin' at her ass
Damn her ass was fat, damn I loved math
Couldn't subtract, age difference we had
Still wanted her bad
Forgot her name fast
Damn I'm sidetracked
Wish I could go back
Return like a mack
Feel like Bobby Womack
If you think you're lonely now
Girl wait until tonight
She probably 50 flabby and sick
I'm a real sicko I'd still probably hit
I'm immature as ever still feel like a kid
Everything is funny I never gave shit
You fake woke types really make me sick
Suck all three point seventy five inches of my dick
That's the real measurements
No bullshit
I broke out a ruler and I measured it just for this song
It's three point seventy five inches, erect
We are going to practice public speaking
Oh wow, Kenny, you actually showed up today
Would you like to go first?
Yeah, Fuck it
Kids cracked jokes thought I'd be a school shooter
Cause I’m different than what they're used to
12 Years Old kept a bottle near my ruler
School bag filled with vodka no tool yet
Gatorade mixed with many things
Now I'm known for my mood swings
I’ll probably never wear a ring
Don't thing I'm built for the marriage ting
I used to let shit discourage me
Thought of my past unsettling
I was just a boy
Watching wild boys
Playing with my toys
Making wild noise
Brought me wild joy
I was a good boy
You couldn't tell me shit tho
Dad used to drive me to school in a pinto
Left out the side door
Always marked in tho
Sold mixtapes and stayed with the nics bro
At 16 I had the web froze
Didn't care about shit
A real snot nose
My sister kept surrounded by hoes
Only kid with adult money
Hated by the kids but the grown folks loved me
Cause I wasn't no dummy
And everybody else looked bummy
Stayed with a full stummy
Now I crack jokes like everything is funny
I'm the kid that never grew up
I'm the kid that never blew up
I’m the kid that always screwed up
The kid that never spoke too much
The kid alone at lunch
Real 90’s baby so most my thoughts toxic
Who can relate?
I'll never rap like Logic
I’d rather sing about missin' my bitch
Have a mood swing throw that bitch in the garbage
But I guess that's already been done
Been a fan of Em since a little runt
Kicked out my class just for sayin' cunt
In the fire tower smokin’ blunts
I never thought twice about what I want
Would've did anything to hit my teacher once
I'd be high in class starin' at her ass
Damn her ass was fat, damn I loved math
Couldn't subtract, age difference we had
Still wanted her bad
Forgot her name fast
Damn I'm sidetracked
Wish I could go back
Return like a mack
Feel like Bobby Womack
If you think you're lonely now
Girl wait until tonight
She probably 50 flabby and sick
I'm a real sicko I'd still probably hit
I'm immature as ever still feel like a kid
Everything is funny I never gave shit
You fake woke types really make me sick
Suck all three point seventy five inches of my dick
That's the real measurements
No bullshit
I broke out a ruler and I measured it just for this song
It's three point seventy five inches, erect