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A violent diss about my English teacher.
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A violent diss about my English teacher.

My English teacher is the main cause of misery for me, so I wrote her a little song. I tried to send it to her but couldn't find her contact info. I emailed the school saying I'm a parent concerned about my child's English grades and I wish to talk to his teacher, but I had to provide the data of my "child." So I failed there, but I still wish to share the song on this site, and I hope that bitch is reading this.

Edit: you may not get some of these term, and referances, if you haven't read/watched either 1984, or Brave New World: two excellent, anti-totalitarian novels.


[Intro]
Poor cunt, so poor she lives in a goddamn cove
Too poor to buy a fucking stove
It's okay, though
You can fry your three-cent, cheap-ass dinner
With the fire I'll spit

[Verse 1]
My English teacher is a rotten piece of shit, bitch, a crook
Shit, she wanted to write books,
But got a fucking job teaching based on her fucking looks
Two tons of make-up, godsake, cover up that face, for fucksake
Looking as if it were raked like grass, you speak with too much sass
For someone who couldn't write a simple mass, someone who got a
Job with only her ass; lass, you better step off me
Before I step on a pedal, hit the gas, and run over your hubby
And two-year-old, new-born Bobby
You hear, I'll murder your family, dummy
And I won't feel guilty slicing up baby,
Because maybe he'll appreciate being saved from abuse, pain, and being driven insane!
I wish to hear you scream, moan, groan, gasp, like a dying wasp
And, in a raspy voice, your last words, and then I rejoice, bitch --
In bullying me, you made a bad choice --


[Chorus]
Miss Philpott is a big, dumb bitch
Miss Philpott is the biggest bitch in the whole wide world
I'll rip out your spinal cord, cut you open with my sword
Because Miss Philpott leads the Brave New World
You whore, you're gonna be a ball of gore when I slash and dice you
Miss Philpott can go rot in hell
Hey, Satan! I got you another soul to sell!


[Verse 2]
I've had my fill of this slut, Ms. Phillpot, you're about to get glocked, my pistol is cocked -- and you're officially fucked.
Sucks to be you, but you picked this path for yourself.
I'll slice you up and display the parts on my shelf,
You selfish bitch,
I just popped the rat and her blood spilled on the mat,
In layman's term my gun went off and shot Ms. Philpott.
She swore to protect and help children in her contract
But like all of them she's a motherless Brutus,
The evilest, elitist Judas, stabbed us in the back
Our torturess, she was, but we'll get her back
I strangle her with a cord of rope, and rip out her spinal cord
And then I jack off as her mother mourns the bitch and tries to cope
Because, like her, I thrive off of a tragedy, and other forlorn episodes
Of anger, hate, depression; they hang her, I bang her corpse
Wrang the neck a second time when straddling her horse-like
She will feel the pain she caused us,
We will kill that lame slut, we're also dangerous.
We'll find where you live, and with torches storm Baba Yaga's hut
Gut that slut, stitch the bitch like a snitch, lynch her and ditch the corpse in a ditch.
Fuck that shit, rip her a second asshole, rape her, and burn her 'till she's a vapor.
Sprinkle some maple syrup on the ashes and, like rashers, ration it between ye
And eat it as a token of victory, we must be kinda sick
Thinking of all this shit,
But she thought she could control us, bitch!

[Chorus]
Miss Philpott is a big, dumb bitch
Miss Philpott is the biggest, bitch in the whole wide world
I'll rip out your spinal cord, cut you open with my sword
Because Ms. Philpott leads the Brave New World
You whore, you're gonna be a ball of gore when I slash and dice you
Miss Philpott can go rot in hell
Hey, Satan! I got you another soul to sell!

[Verse 3]
Brainwashed idiots support that cunt of a teacher, false, fascist preacher
Love her like a Big Brother
And she treats them like numbers: no uniqueness, no others, motherfuckers
They are conditioned like little puppies who never do anything wrong
Not even a commit a crime with their thoughts
Because they were trained like pups, treated like mutts.
This is conscious hypnodaemia, and I don't like it
So I'll tie cinder blocks to that bitch's ankles and tell her "See ya"
But I'm not allowed to tell that, even if I don't act upon it, because it's a subversive statement
Because an insurgent is dangerous to the institution, he instills a inevitable feeling of freedom
And society must remain ignorant and idiotic, in support of destruction of individuality
Fuck this shit, I'm tired of living in this hell, so I'll initiate an intellectual movement against school
Inspire to people to say "FUCK IT" to authoritarian rule, we won't no longer be treated like fools.
Fuck this totalitarian regime, we'll not be products of this bokanovsky machine

[Chorus]
Miss Philpott is a big, dumb bitch
Miss Philpott is the biggest, bitch in the whole wide world
I'll rip out your spinal cord, cut you open with my sword
Because Ms. Philpott leads the Brave New World
You whore, you're gonna be a ball of gore when I slash and dice you
Miss Philpott can go rot in hell
Hey, Satan, I got you another soul to sell!


[Outro]
Philly bitch, I'll save you a grave, 'kay?
Hey, when did you last get a herpes test, say
You do look like you fucked about a hundred guys for a spot a cash, eh?
Anyway, you cheap prostitute, I'll fucking murder you and your brainwashing institute.

"Then it was straight to the 40 ouncers/ slapping teachers and jacking off in front of my counselors." As the World Turns - Eminem.

"A man is a success if gets up in the morning and gets to bed at night, and in between does whatever he does what he wants to do." - Bob Dylan.

"A good artist should be isolated. If he isn't isolated, something is wrong." - Orson Welles.

"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die." - H.P. Lovecraft.

"I became insane, with long intervals of painful sanity." Edgar Allan Poe.
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