They call themselves students
You won't fine 'em sitted in halls
Following peers
Feeling among
They call themselves hustlers
Hustling the real hustle
Drive expensive cars
With the empty brain chicks
Flocking and clinging like kittens
They call themselves grinders
Grinding mojo, sucking third legs
Treading wears, ever so fashionable
Ambiguous hip, screaming attention
Pouting lips like the hash of a fowl
They call themselves rockers
And every night with shameless hoe
You find 'em at every joint and bar-hole
Shutting down clubs, renting down motels
You find them in every office
Threatening lectures with toy bashes
Banging lecturer with fake lashes
Just after exams
You find 'em smacking gums
Laughing hysterically
Looking less bordered
Their yash pasted on all notice boards
Anty have carry the whole course onboard
Uncle nko?
Looking like some temperate monkey
Not even a sober feeling
This time there was no mercy
Not even a probation
It was an expulsion!
He was caught vomiting expo!
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