Cornfield Paradise
As I walk into my shitty dorm, it always smells like death.
I am gasping from the scent of my roomate having sex.
Cause I’ve been awoken by choking so long that,
I use febreeze daily till the scent is gone.
The bathroom smell is hell, throw up on the wall, that’s not unheard of.
You better watch your stance, or go to a frat to dance.
Make sure not to eat Foster, or you shit your pants.
I really hate classes but, I gotta go.
I gotta quit procrastination, get off academic probation, fool !
Indiana, Pennsylvania it’s own little heaven.
The only class I’m down with,
ENGLISH 101-017!
Chorus:
Been spending most this year living in an Indiana cornfield. (x4)
Look at English class as I bust my ass.
All I do is blog, till I croack and die like a frog.
So I gotta be down with Marlen’s ways.
Too much Diane Ackerman got me counting days.
I’m an educated fool with blogs on my brain.
Word press dot com, seems to have me going insane.
I’m an IUP Freshman, set trippin’ banger.
Living the dream it is impossible to rise my anger, fool!
I’m typing papers do-or-die what can I say?
I’m eighteen now, but will I live to be a sophmore?
The way things is going, I’ll be here all four.
Tell me why don’t I, come to class high?
Maybe then I could, answer What is I…
Chrous (x4)
Hacker and the study, study and the Hacker
Page after page, makes me want to slap her.
Everbody’s studying, but half of them ain’t know.
What’s goin on in this class, improvement is what we show.
They say I gotta learn but Marlen’s here to teach me.
Nobody else understands, he’s the only one to reach me.
All this hard work and what can I say?
That I’m going to walk out of English with my first college A, fool !
