Lines: Welcome to my classroom! Better sit down, Tentacles I'm giving you a lesson, ’cause in this school, I'm not bestable The way you treat your neighbor and coworker is detestable So I'll take my trusty ruler and hit you in your… face I don’t think you'll pass my math class, I'm not gonna lie 'Cause with a face like yours, you're never gonna multiply But I suggest that you still stick around for the basics You'll only need the single digits to calculate your paycheck My raps will scare you poopless, leave your ink sprayed You better not show me where the lemonade is made I drive home in a lambo to grade tests in my jacuzzi While you'll remain a minimum-wage misanthropic loser I hear noise in the schoolhouse and I check out what's responsible But hearing your clarinet makes me retreat far as possible You better do the same, or you’re gonna get me mad I get angry at failure, and your whole life’s just that Look at him trying to outrap me, it's disgusting You step to my register? Well let me tell ya something Teach, it’s time I give you some real knowledge Welcome to Squidward Community College I'm an unrecognised genius, Bikini Bottom's Van Gogh You look like you roll up to kids in a white van though And your artstyle's something that I couldn’t bear to see Looking like if Patrick discovered Paint 3D You're worse than me in everything, if I'm bald, you're balder Math class? No, you're teaching meth class, Walter 'Cause you run like a crackhead with a ruler in your hand I'm at the top of my band class, while your class should be banned You bit off your gameplay loop, so you can't leave me shook Saw what Slender's doing and took pages from his book And with your bright colors, loud sounds and sock puppets You got content farms making more slop than Chum Bucket Alright, man, just put the coral fries in the bag Can't rap; in terms of all musical talent, you're a hack Speaking of bags, you better pack yours and run Because you pissed me off, so I'll shoot you with this mocking gun (Wow!) Seek shelter from this tutor, but I doubt you can, yo Only place you got to hide is in Squilliam's shadow Your one option's running, though that works even less 'Cause when you eat your patties, the weight goes to your legs You think your works are worth a Darn? You're no Arts & Crafters Your fellow fish agree that your art belongs in trash cans Now get out my school and leave a good review on Yelp And then go home and hopefully Red Mist yourself! Not today, you middle-aged white Freddy Fazbear After this altercation, you're gonna lose your last hair Your buggy mess game bored me faster than Squidville So now the Sour Note is goin' for a quick kill On top of the fact that you're a dumb bro, That Patreon of yours was The worst show You got 60k in funding amassed, though Was the finished game worth all that money? NO! Pluck Mr. Krabs, I'm showing you who the boss is I gotta sweep, Brah, kick you back in your office 'Cause you and your British school ceased being mentioned Once iPad kids went and stopped paying attention
