You Little Fat Hypocrite
Hey, you little fat hypocrite!
Yeah, you, I'm talking to you.
Don't act clueless, I'm calling you out!
You're act won't work now, YOU'RE DONE FOR.
Go ahead, prance your fat ass around.
Sprinkle you're poisonous pixie dust, but it won't work no more.
I'm revealing your true face!
I'm gonna tell the world you're a little fat hypocrite!
You tell others how sweet and good I am.
But in the class, you're only hating on me!
Everybody sees it you big fat phony!
You give me crappy grades, tell me I'm dumb.
You say that I'm practically illiterate,
even though I write way better than that chick over there.
I'm not creative enough?
Kiss my ass!
I'm the one who introduces great discussion topics!
And what do you go and tell other teachers?
"Oh, she's such a great student! Creative, smart, and a great writer!"
Yeah, right. HYPOCRITE!
My grades don't support the filth coming out of your mouth!
My papers don't say "A+" but have a BIG FAT "C".
So, tell me, bitch?
Who you trying to suck up to?
Cause I can ruin you, destroy you!
You little fat hypocrite!
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