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darren cash and homme - hot cheetos lyrics
intro skit : homme (darren cash)
cl-ss! as you know we have a 20 page midterm next period and you have 62 minutes to finish it! so in the spirit of this test, go f-ck yourself! now please turn to page, go f-ck yourself!
d-mn, i a’int boutta do no 20 page midterm essay what the f-ck is that?
d-mn n-gg-, i’m still counting on my fingers and sh-t. we are f-cked if we can’t p-ss this! you got the notes?
well i was out of rolling papers last week so uh…
n-gg-, did you smoke your notes?
aight, aight we gotta study
verse 1 : homme (darren cash)
uh, back of the room on the laptop
or back with the ball on the blacktop
or back to the future, your b-tch blow my flute in the back of the cl-ss with the mask off
while looking for tests i get back offs
off becky i tried to get back off
i’m p-ssing this sh-t, not kidding myself, i burn through the paper like madoff
i do this every time, i do this every time!
i f-cked around and puffed my chest out i’m huffine size
recording lines
bomb through that test and it’s suicide
whose work can i scrutinize?
pencils are drills and i’m scr-w-ng eyes
screw you and your att-tude
sold my books for a jimmy bars and i stole my girl some jimmy choos
what the f-ck am i gonna do?
wait, james has the notes
weird -ss n-gg- in cl-ss with a robe
smelling like rocks with his dinosaur folks with the love of a pope and he laughs at the jokes about chicken and roads
oh, he wants friends with connections, collecting some b-tches who want his affection to stride his erection
oh, smelling like pestilence
oh, a test is a test is a testament of how i’m so reckless
oh, i’m not the topic of talking to most of my relatives
home is where my books all stay celibate
please don’t send me some messages cause
idgaf i got to pay one fifty gs
mcdonald’s paying me in apple p’s
eating them makes double d’s
i just need a single c
please!
verse 2 : darren cash
yeah, i turned my d to an a
i’m done with the days of turning in papers with pay
smoking on that tree of knowledge that’s what i call higher education
stacking payments, school don’t seem to fit my equations
testing my patience, what if i fail?
i’m either bill gates or a vagrant
i could be famous, still i’m blazing these pages
wasted at my graduation
here for a plaque and your entertainment
motherf-ckers gotta get out some way
better get out of here making that wage
study a b-tch starting on monday
cram all my sh-t into one sunday
either that, or become runways
take off on a plane to the sun state
paying a chick for her notes
making friends with the kids who pick their nose and chew on their notebooks and trench coats
i’ll buy that dude a whole new wardrobe
from chem cl-ss taking shots out of test tubes
to freestyling every day in the restroom
coming thru looking like success, in your vest looking like your mama still dress you
skit : darren cash and homme
ayo man, you study last night?
nah man, i was practicing my dougie sipping on some voodoo doughnut grape guerilla ahaaa! what about you?
d-mn, i bought a twelve pack of dunchables stocking up for the week
hashtag meal prep
you know it
oh we’re f-cked!
verse 3 : darren cash (homme)
yeah yeah okay, cough one time if it’s a
cough two times if it’s b
cough three times if you’re covering your answers and you just don’t want me to see
came thru didn’t know there was a test today i smoked a whole pound of weed!
i wish i could just die right now, i drank a pint of mr. clean
i sent out 23 bomb threats and none of them worked!
i ripped every fire alarm off the wall and i started to smoke my shirt!
aight, aight, meet me in the bathroom, we’ll give eachother some help
was the answer none of the above, all of the above, or go f-ck yourself?
we started walking back and james got out early
ayo stinky what that test do?
d-mn, i’d be lucky if i got a 42
i was like d-mn, he was like d-mn, ran to the lab just as fast as we can
printed out 22 copies of the declaration of independence and turned it in
story was kinda repet-tive, but it was the sh-t!
nice work mr. jefferson, you can f-ck my b-tch
but james failed, being a nerd doesn’t get you sh-t
he got a 26, he’d be lucky if i even let him eat a cheeto out of my sh-t
we got a pluses
b–tch!
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