I'm getting tired of this Tweek, it's the second time this week,
Being sent here by Mr Bleak, don't pay attention when we speak,
Is it a reaction you seek? Or an alter ego alias you freak.

You don't pay attention to the lessons that we teach,
You threw a pencil and Denise, got her on her hands and knees,
Told her to get some bleach, swallow at least 200ml each.

This ain't a new high you're gonna reach, I don't know what to preach,
You have presentations this week, hope you've prepared a speech,
Don't be waiting just to sit and screech, this ain't something you can impeach,

I've been here before it's not a pretty sight,
Open the door and keep your excuses tight,
If the lines are right, I might just let you off light,
I won't let you walk out of sight, with ego high as a kite.

So stand your ground, prepare your fight,
It's nearly night, not long left to bite,
I know it doesn't sit quite right,
And that's a hard flame to ignite,

So tell me what you wanna say, I ain't gonna listen anyway,
I could do this everyday, from September over to May,
This isn't your game to play, I got this on lock okay?
Trust me you don't wanna take this up with me,
I'll give suspension then detention for six weeks,
If you ever think you'll get away with quoting sandy cheeks,
And exposing fake album leaks, I think you need to make some tweaks,
Step up to the plate and show off your techniques.

So take the mic and I'll give you a few,
Minutes to do what you gotta do,
But fail and I'll send you someplace new,
I think that's your cue.