All’s use do iz
Spit nursery rhymes
Go out wit friends and nurse coronas wit limes
Talkin bout the good ol’ crimes
You committed with hats that were fitted
Bats + trumpet taps for the afflicted, pope’s-a-joke + hope-for-dope addicted
Made sure you didn’t choke and the teacher’s apple was pitted
Look widget kid with a tidbit what’s widdit?
I told you: always wear ya hand-knitted mittens
When it’s cold n you quit the band n you playin quidditch
Hermione’s a dime
(Not by the dozen cuzin I wasn’t fuzzin or buzzin)
Taking all the classes grasping hourglasses going back in time
She in it
Now it’s time to quit it
When you holdin the snitch but you snitchin
Ditch ya LIT class with the bathroom pass
They wonderin if you shittin or splittin
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