Bobby Johnson Beats - Bart Simpson lyrics

[Verse 1: Princess Nokia] Rotten apple to the core Damn, I been a f** up Getting picked for last in gym I can't even do a lay up Writing on my sneakers Being sneaky with my teachers Smoking weed under the bleachers Cutting out and glueing pictures Carrying my CD player s**ing on a Now or Later Sour Apple was the flavor Scribbling on doodle paper Trying hard to pay attention But I have no real direction So I say, "yo, f** this lesson" Spark the leaf, my back is stressing Who I am and where I'm headed Cutting school and acting crazy Foster care done got me crazy Living with a crazy lady Every day I'm always late Puffin' on a skimpy j Staying in my grandma house Wasn't even far away But I guess that's what I do Making life more difficult for me and you [Chorus:] Bart Simpson with the sh**s Ay caramba, man, you can go and s** my dick Skating down the street, being mischievous as sh** This as good as it gon get Always cheat on yo tests Don't you be like the rest I ain't no teacher's pet [Verse 2:] Lie, lie, lie, lie, lie If that don't work then Deny, deny, deny Looking to my future is like looking at the sky Inner city orphan with my hand in apple pie A liar, a schemer, a cheater, I do it all I used to switch schools each coming fall I skipped all my cla**es and Still managed to pa** them all Reading comics in forbidden planet I go home to a place of fantasy outside my own Always been a loner, never had a solid home I really like Marvel 'cause characters look just like me And women don't have roles that make them look too s**ually I lie a lot from getting beaten and put off food, I'm not eating Eczema so bad I'm bleeding, but I smile and keep it cheesing A nerdy girl with nymphomanic tendencies Everyone's offended but nobody here offended me 90's mami dressing like Aaliyah, quite apparently I'm heavy with the theory, I move with the groove I'm Black like Shaolin, I tang with the Wu Africa, my guy, with the bantu do I'm stupid f**ing crazy nuts, loose like a screw See, I know my money, got raised by the Jews I'm a New York Puerto Rican like a rough kinda dude I'ma hit the barrio and eat some Spanish food And sit in Central Park, I'm in a New York mood [Chorus:] Bart Simpson with the sh**s Ay caramba, man, you can go and s** my dick Skating down the street, being mischievous as sh** This as good as it gon get Always cheat on yo tests Don't you be like the rest I ain't no teacher's pet