Now class, today we'll be learning about parabolas

chorus:
Stacey Behrens
We hate it in this class
You suck at teaching math
Stacey Behrens
Your name is for a girl
You make me wanna hurl

The flickering light and the bland floor
All I think of is the door
Animosity fills this familiar place
His empty soul this empty place
The crew-cut hair and the crooked teeth
Oh how this man thinks he can teach
The seconds tick, how much can I bare
Of the crooked teeth and the crew-cut hair?

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Every day in this dungeon my world goes bleak
Putting up with your rules and your breath that reeks
Have you ever heard of an undershirt?
Seeing your nipples make my eyes hurt
You know what else hurts?
It's my mind
Sleeping and drawing to pass the time
My blank stare as you watch from their
With your crooked teeth and your crew-cut hair

All these children squirm and writhe
Your breathe smells worse than moldy cheese
Sit here watching your elbows dry
All I ask is why oh why
Bad with kids? Surely put
Date in highschool? We called whoop
Crusty eyebrows and bloodshot eyes
You just add to this demise

It's time to turn in your assignments. What? You didn't do the homework? Well, why not?

Fat belly hanging out over your pants
I try to pay attention but I can't
Your obnoxious voice drives me insane
Your austere class everything is lame
Stupid mustache and beady eyes
Everything about you
I despise
This may be disrespectful, but it's true
For everything you are we all hate you

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