"Now tell me, what kinda mother would wanna see her
Son grow up to be an under-a-fucking-chiever
My teacher didn't think I was gonna be nothing either
What the fuck you sticking gum up under the fucking seat for
Mrs. Mathers your son has been huffing ether
Either that or the motherfucker's been puffing reefer
But all this huffing and puffing wasn't what it was either
It was neither, I was buzzing but it wasn't what she thought"
And the way this part flows is ridiculous:
"And I ain't giving in, you're gonna just sit there
In one fucking place finnickin til next Thanksgiving and
If you still ain't finished it I'll use the same shit again
Then when I make spinach dip it'll be placed in the shit"
This song is so dense with rhymes it's crazy.
And of course that Dre beat
It's hella hard homie.
