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Walk The Chalk

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Played: 712

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What's in a Name

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Are you recording it? (poom poom) Big up TyroneMC You didn't hop on the mic but I'm still bigging you up fam (alright) I'm King of the SO Creed of the crop Lets go boys (okay) Sheppard tryna say he's better than me Oi spot-beard Grade 9 (grade 9) Mention my name in the register Oi teacher yes Miss (yes Miss?) Give revision cards back to me (revising) Best in the class Tell Steveo yeah Marshall called me a revision master At desk in library, I'm revision master If that makes me a revision master Your teacher, your homework (revision master) The trim, the glasses (revision master) Man wanna chat about revision master Smart boy with a dead trim I'm a good boy, how the fudge can I? Grade 9's come wherever I go I can't cheat coz I'm literally a pro Walk in the class with all my notes (notes) School's done, everybody else go home (scribble scribble) Apart from the teachers you lot stay (yeah yeah) Walk in the classroom, all the teachers say hey Tell a fan I'm always getting 9's There's no socialising I'm Einstein Yeah I'm the best, I'm no rookie Yeah I'm smart. I got my bookie I do tests, I always copy Yeah I study antibodies (science) I don't sleep, that's for the weak I get bullied and then called a neek What's the capital of Mozambique? (don't actually know) I got a GCSE, I whip it out It's 2019, yeah yeah I'm coming out (what) Yeah I'm bent like roundabout (okay) If Steveo wanna do me, yeah I'm about (mhmm) I guess I'm a nerd, I got no clout Yeah you'll never see me with a pouch (err hang on about) Dare one of you to challenge Marcus Round (round) You got no mandem. you got no crowd I'm gonna revise, not going out Nowadays I just don't go out Homework club, yes miss that's a shout I'm always in yeah, I'm never out I'm so Calshot, I'm a boy Scout Homework on the desk, Parents got no doubt Marcus mate, I gave you my respect But you chucked it away as if we never met Yeah I said, time time again Stop the bickering, let's just be friends Asked you to join the Podcast But you put me in one of your pinchy grasps Skived off Sports Day, you're so cool Likkle man in bedroom, revising molecule Guess I'll have to take a painkiller That's what you did to me, dear Lucy Miller Yeah I do windsurfing on the blue sea I'm national level but yeah, the mock me The finest Malteasers I gave you Could've given you that rich sea view Donal Trump is my don, you look like a mon Brexit is my jam, yeah c'est bon As Mahatma Gandhi once said Smoke grass, eat arse Enjoy this one Marcus