You woke up an hour early way before school

To put your make up on right and to look cool

And by cool, I mean your fuckin beautiful

You know it and you show it, you love it how guys look at you

And during class, you know the way the system works

The guys in the corner of their eyes are peaking up your skirt

You kind of pay attention, you know you gotta get a C

To get that expensive car you wanted for your birthday from daddy

In the halls, you hug every cute dude you see

You make sure they feel your breasts and get a little horny

You're nice to the teachers, you're nice to everyone

Even though it's hard, you try not to gossip too much

You hope your not labeled as the stereotypical blonde

When you're dumb as shit and you'll do anything to have fun

And when you fuck football players you try to cover it up

When the whole school plainly knows that you're just a slut

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Big tits and tight hips, I don't know what it is

That makes guys wanna jerk it when you lick your lips

Your personality don't exist, your emotions switch

Don't know what it is, but you're great at being a bitch

You purposely are involved with charity and cheerleading

Just so it can guarantee you're the queen of the homecoming

At parties, you know exactly how to get invited

You make all the guys excited and soon they just can't hide it

You love to play with 'em, it's your greatest skill

Making sensitive guys a mess gives you your greatest thrill

You rub your legs against his softly, he wants it so bad

So bad he'll do anything just to grab what you have

And nice clean christian guys are your biggest target

You make them think you're religious too, when you're the farthest from it

And dances are the best, you grind harder than the rest

Yet you're so good at it, they can only picture you undressed

High school days are the greatest, they'll never ever end

You'll never stop being the center of attention

And we'll never stop looking and waiting to see

What happens next between the conflict of you and your identity

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There's no greater blessing than sex appeal

Cuz everyone gets turned on and you know sex is real

Maybe it will get you through life like it has so far

I bet you can't wait to be 21 and be hittin' the bars

But one day, I hope you turn around and see that girl

The girl that valued her years slowly, no you're not that girl

There's only so many big muscles and dicks that you can take

Soon you'll be on the ground contemplating the years that you've wasted

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Philisophical, astronomical

Raps that will make you laugh, you can call me comical

The name's catharsis, have you ever felt pain?

Little girls weep when they listen, so I like to make it rain

I fuckin love fame, I'm a celebrity

I'm like Paris Hilton except no one wants to fuck with me

Just see what I've achieved, you can already tell

I go eight for eight constantly like I'm Michael Phelps

Some say my music's hell, but this is the real world

Not like MTV, I'm talkin' guns, cars, and slutty girls

Cuz that's what rap's about, man without a doubt

It's time a real MC came to straighten some things out

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It's time now, let the castigation begin

Let us weep and take a peak at all of our sins

Only apathy can set us free from time again

So listen up (Catharsis), it's that time again

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Some rappers like to brag, ladies man, I'll never follow

For all I know you could be fuckin' Rosie O'Donnel

I like to trick people into thinkin' that I'm frisk

Like I'm a respectable man, like Atticus Finch

I'm in it too far, you can't go back now

Like my man, Tom Petty I will never back down

I think ya'll forgot that it's called freedom of speech

So shut up, and let one fucking conservative speak

Yeah I said conservative, now you thinkin' that I'm weak?

While faggots bow down to horny priets

Catholicism is old, protestantism is gay

The real Sound of Music is coming your way

The next best talent is here today

And fuck you Diddy, that's all I have to say

You're the industry's bitch, man no matter what your paid

It's plain to see, you know nothing about the game

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Some people can't appreciate my flow

My rhythm is an art, you can call me Michaelangelo

I know it's so gold, I own, I own yo

Please don't condone my metaphorical gnomes, titleist

I'm fighting this and I'm fighting the war

I'm fighting off useless liberals like Clinton the whore

I said it before, muthafuckas you can hear me roar

The plague of truth is upon us, so curse me some more

I know it's that, I'm the Edgar Allen Poe of rap

If you wanted pleasantness, the Jo Bro's got that

It's time people got out of their house and saw

That kindness has got no fuckin rewards at all

Cuz I can still slit your throat and you'll die in pity

And in one month the world will have forgotten already

It's cruel, so cherish the moments that you have

That's why I take advantage every single time I rap

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