[Verse 1]
Professor X says "Pay attention students,/
Everywhere I look, all I see is mutants/
Mami I thought you said that you were never like this/
Then everytime I see you out, girl you shapeshift/
Walking through the mall trying to spend dollars/
And then you appear on the wall, like a nightcrawler/
Oh no ma ma we can't kiss this time/
You're no Jean Grey but I heard your mouth has read some minds/
And your friends got some powers too/
One of em got the siren yell/
Ones a monster sippin 'ale/
Dang, and now ya barging in my office/
Skimpy little dress and your body's looking colosssus/
Mutie girl like you is crazy!"/
Works in a roadhouse, like Patrick Schwayze/
"No I can't let you drive this here's a rental/
Better not get pulled over by the sentinels!"/
Get a ticket then ya Remy gotta cough hard/
Like gambit, let me put this on my charge card/
Cops look like blobs/Oh Lard!/
Magneto cheetos'll leave ya face scarred/
Fake MC's, ya know ya can't manage
Holding that mic like a subway samitch/
Look up at the count of three, fireworks to see/
He escapes in the racket. "Thats my girl Jubilee!"/
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She's a ferocious lion/
Swear by her eyes, that she was from the island/
Popped open wide, looking like a gecko/
Staring at Matt Cee, while he was playing techno/
"Whats that on your mouth? Whatcha been eatin beignets?"/
Ain't seen a face that crusty since the fourth grade/
I better see if psylocke could make the bed-rock/
Called up Bobby Cy-clops is on the night-watch/
"Beast after that sh** happened you dare call?/
I left you with my lady and now she's coughing up hairballs."/
Professor X I make a second escape/
Read some minds and turn the grape seeds into grapes/
Have you thinking you're a fourth grade ballerina/
Asking for Shirley Temples and Sangrias at Tipitinas/
Mic damage, "Rogue get the sutures!/
Call up Cable! Homie take me to the future"/
"He's stuck in traffic, but he's on his way
Plus the government said we can't use no powers today"/
Just a day in the life of a mutie/
Pirates in America, diggin up booty/
"Who dat in the SS?" "Dang! Its ya boy Avalanche,/
Paint body charcoal, seats like a creamy ranch/
"Lets roll homie. Take the high-road/
To Pyro's. I hear he's cooking MC gyros/
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