STRAIGHT OUTTA WISCOMPTON

You are now about to witness the strength of school textbooks

[Verse 1: Rice Cube]
Straight outta Wiscompton, intelligent motherlover named Rice^3
His GPA was crazy ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ absolute,
When he is called off, he's got a calculator
Punching in numbers hella fast he'll be your mathatical navigator,
Now don't you ever go and mess with him,
He'll get on CSGO and tear you from limb to limb
Headshot, that's how he'll take you out
For the punk ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ that's showing out
People start to mumble, all they do is grumble
Mix em and cook em in a pot like gumbo
He goes off on squekers in game just like that
With a gat, that's pointed at
Their head--so they better ff quick
Ain't no telling when they'll be hearing the click
And here's a report card to keep your attention
Solid A's everywhere but did I mention
That Calculus AB was the class
In which he got a ugly ass B that ruined his stats
So he buried himself in his textbook daily,
Memorizing sythesiszing exercising information plainly
Yeah weekly, mothly and yearly
Until everyone around him saw clearly
That he hangs in the mad city M-A-D
And rolls with an attitude saying you cant mess with me
When he's nearby, you better take your homework out quick
Cuz he'll do all of it, faster than you get off when a girl's on yo ♥♥♥♥
As he walks away, he's bouncing
Cuz he's coming, he's coming, he's coming straight outta Wiscompton



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