My name is Skool, How it do, The talent that I'm bless with, Supply me with food. In a how the hell it do mood, Me and a mic goes together like Jay and a Moog, Dude, Yes, I got Rhymes for days, So prepare to get that ass sprayed spayed and glazed, almosted blazed, In a haze, I don't get paid, This Fourteen boy seen brighter days, so prepare to get migraine as this miracle pen, put that phoney ass rapper to the fucking end. It's SKOOL