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Fuck Harvard


Let me guess

Boat shoes and salmon shorts

And your dad golfs with

The whole Supreme Court

Legacy right?

7th generation?

And you've got strong feelings

About immigration

So much money

Losing millions to inflation

Gotta family name

That's older than creation

Takin’ service trips

To African nations

Just a Trust fund baby

made the money off a plantations (damn)

 

 

 

Fuck Harvard, Fuck Harvard

Oh, Oh, Fuck Harvard

 

Young, white, and rich

You already know the name

Andover, Exeter

You know it’s all the same

Fuck Harvard, Fuck Harvard

Oh, Oh, Fuck Harvard

 

Young, white, and rich

You already know the name

Andover, Exeter

You know it’s all the same

 

 

 

Founded in 1636

with blood the of slaves

You know Hollis Hall?

Yeah, that’s a Pequot grave


You are the Harvard Crimson

So that kinda makes some sense

What’s a few deaths here and there

But just a minor expense

 

Rollin’ to a finals club

Bougie butlers cookin’ up

Coke, williams-sonoma

(got the) blue label in my solo cup


(out of the) corner of my eye

A crazy asian on a table

Xi jinping’s daughter

(I’m) Take a shot from her navel


Someone mentions food

I yell “tasty burger”

Lil’ white brats

Want Henny with some Gerber

 

(so if you) See me strollin’ thru the yard

Staring right at you

I’m only here for one reason

To piss on that statue

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