Look at you, Johnathon Gauthier going on to college
Still can't believe you got in even without any knowledge (so stupid)
And even after all these good times I can't wait for you to get out of this
Place
Even though mom might miss you, I can't wait for you just to leave stupid
Ugly disgrace. (ayy)
I know you think you can ball, but you shoot like a 6 six year old girl
When I hear your parodies, they make me sick and just want to hurl
Going to school to get an education and getting a very good job I bet
But I could just go find your future career in the toilet (poop)
Don't even try to come back after this thing is all done
Cause I already know who the winner is, who really one.
By the way, I know mom and dad say they don't have a favourite son
But, actually that's me and I know that they say that it's both, but it can
Only be one
To finish this thing off let me start by saying this
Your beautiful computer is the only thing i'll miss
When I was younger I wanted your to be my mentor
But now I realize that I have a much better world to explore
I am right,
You are wrong,
Why can't we,
Get along
I am right,
You are wrong,
Why can't we
Get along
Honestly, I don't know where I'm gonna start
All I know is that I'm gonna break heart
Everything I say is gonna pierce like a dart
My verse is about to rip you apart
Let's start talking bout education
Your teachers all really need some patients
When they deal with your lack of concentration
It's like your brain's always on vacation
You couldn't even pass english class
You got a 45, that's not a pass
All your grades are lower than the grass
If school was a race you'd come in last
I don't know how you can compete with me
I think you should sit back down in your seat
You couldn't beat me even if you cheat
Next on your list is accepting defeat
Anything you can do, I can better
Even when it comes to wearing our sweaters
You do nothing, and I'm a go-getter
You're Pacquaio, and I'm Mayweather
After this song you will be done
I'm a bazooka, and you're a handgun
You're number 2,I'm number 1
Don't be cause I'm the favourite son
When it comes to who is better
I win all the time
When it comes to who has talent
Yours is hard to find
In summary man, you're a goof
And my future's going through the roof
You may be a bomb, but I'm a nuke
Just take this verse as your proof
I am right,
You are wrong,
Why can't we
Get along
I am right,
You are wrong,
Why can't we
Get along