Taxi Fare - Lexxus, Mr. Vegas

Teacher Teacher, you can’t make me stay;

I know I came to class without a pass and I’m late so i’ll be tardy

For coming to first period havin' a party

I’m talking to stunts filling my (???) of bacardi

I’m really, really sorry Mr. Harrari, your lectures bore me

I interrupt you when you tell a story

I raise my hand, to make you stand up and you ignore me

Open up your eyes and please realize your lessons phoney

My parents always said don’t let the teachers put you down

Or walk around school grounds labeled as a class clown

Class Clown?

Class Clown!

Class Clown?

Class Clown!

In my class, I did everything but pass

I do my ACT’s but good at making people laugh

Telling jokes, sleeping, or maybe I wrote the raps

I put signs on backs and threw off dunce caps

Never took notes and from the board I never copied

Wrote on desks to make the room look so sloppy

Crumbled up papers;

I’m up to no good, and when the teacher turned her back,

I took aim like Robin Hood

Ha-ha-ha, made you look, she got mad

Try and threaten me and say that she would call my dad

But to me that was a joke, my teachers getting shook

As soon as I get home I leave my phones off the hook

My phone’s off the hook, I’m writing in my book

And that girl with the killa, killa booty made me look at her dress

And I’m always in a mess of trouble, sent to the office every day on the double

Got my red nose and my extra big clothes and I’m down, to be the biggest class

clown

Class clown?

Class clown!

I hate school with a passion;

garbage cans, hallways I be smashin'

Bashin';

I’m thrashin, I’m cutting classes

I got a lot of dips who write me fake passes

Me be a rapper?

All I get is laughter from some coffee-breath teacher as they

try to come after…

Me, because you see, all I do is wrong

Could it be, could it be, could it be that I’m Rashaan?

Kicked out of the class, well I consider myself lucky

Oops!

I made a mistake, I’m better known as the Bucwheed, so duck me

Cause I ain’t makin' no idle threats

After I beat my teacher, I’m smackin' all her pets

Shhh!

You shouldn’t be concerned with it

I leave an apple with a worm in it

A class clown and that’s permanent…

Every class I’m in, there’s always teachers on my back

Tellin' me read my notes and do my work, they tell me how to act

They thinkin' I’m bad, they make me mad with all the rules they makin'

But I don’t listen, keep on dissin' cause it all sounds fake

I look at girls I’m makin' plans out to release my semen

My head’s on desk, I’m getting rest, don’t wake me while I’m dreamin'

While I’m at school, I play the fool till I’m a ringleader

My (???) never caught, but labeled as a cheater

I face the wall, my name get called out each and every minute

And if shit hit’s the fan you know that I’ll be in it;

Oh man, oh man, oh please don’t let this bitch call my father

But I don’t sweat it, just forget it, yo I don’t bother

And if I fail, my pops he’ll nail me underneath the ground

But I guess that’s the price I have to pay to be the class clown