So this is the story bout my life in my school, And about how the children are cruel, They be calling me an idiot ana a fool but in reality their just trying to be cool. Here i am rapping like a dog with a treat, while u cant even rap to n old school beat, mate how can you call yourself elite when your dating life on cps not complete, caphiche? Thats what i thought. While i am already caught, up with my work and this rap, whats 23 times 3 huh? u dont know math. In a quiz you can just feel my wrath, without even talking, like a telepath. Just go home and learn your math, please be nice and learn your math Going to school i see some kids like me, just their decorated like a chistams tree, for god sake i dont give a fuck if your wealthy, in rhe morning i buy my self a panini, and a block of cheese, what u looking at says luca franzini. I said... a bloody ugly face and he stood there with a look of disgrace. All the girls are into me not just for the chase and i do magic tricks so naturally im the ace. Everyone coming round to stare at their duke, to the people who call me magic man i salute, imma hopp outta here with my parachute. if i die with my friends i reboot.