Hoomble lyrics

[Intro]
f*ck!
Bruh
Mista Dunn on the beat hoe (Wayyyyy, yeah yeah!)

[Verse 1]
First I dissed London, now I'm dissing all my students b*tch
Tyler, you interrupt me constantly, calling me faggot, and b*tch on occasions
But what if I called your mom and dad on you, when you ate that dog because you're Asian?
And young Tyler Wood don't like none of this beef, he wants pus*y cat instead
But hey, don't be sad, here's some words to live by; "You ain't getting neither pus*y nor cat when you ain't got no, Wood."
(On God, Mista!)

[Verse 2]
And Luke Bowman out here acting up like he think he Muscle Man Why are you acting like it's just a Regular Show when you ain't got no muscle, man?
Skips better come save your ass if he's seen this sh*t before
Ain't There's going to be no remains left when you get fired by me, b*tch, call me Benson
Quinn, why do you always get involved with the wrong crowd?
And Sam, why are you always involved with Quinn in the wrong crowd?
Why you MF's always acting up in my class when you're around?
And don't think that I'm cherry picking from my sixth period b*tch
That's Kobe's job, and he can go back to cotton picking

[Verse 3]
Chloe, you have picked up on some bad habits that I hope you know of
Now you acting like one of them boys they ain't up to no good, no not for nothing
So b*tch, you want to tell me something?
You motherf*ckers can't tell me nothing
I'm trying to save your f*cking grades over here, You're trying to save your ego
I hate it when one of you motherf*ckers start speaking Spanish
b*tch, I'm not I'm your amigo (On God!)
I'm your teacher, I'm not Mr. 'Bunn' or 'Dumb'
My name is Dunn, and if I hear any of you pesky ass b*tches call me otherwise, it's over
[Verse 4]
None of you b*tches are making it past high school
Your first job will be working the cash register at Walmart
Just put my groceries in the bag
I never had faith in any of you motherf*ckers
Kiss my ass when I'm driving on the highway in a Lambo, b*tch, You can lick my tires
So long, suckers
I got so many slurs to call you crackers
You poor as sh*t, b*tch, You can't even make a 'PB&J' with no Smuckers

[Verse 5]
Primetime better step up because if they acting like they big steppers, then I'm going to show them who the biggest one of them all is
Jordan, your parents must have had a misnomer, because you sure as hell ain't resemble no Michael Jordan
And b*tch, with your big ass glasses, I ain't calling you Four Eyes, but I'm calling your mom "Eight Thighs"
And hey, Eli, what's up with the bromance?
Acting like the Certified Lover Boys
When you and Jordan exchange looks left and right, it's hard to keep you separated
Talking across the room? Yup, that's passroom
And Jayden, what's up with all these conversations you're having?
Can't talk enough outside my room? That's fine because I always have a Passroom waiting for you
Any day of the f*cking week, you're all expendable to me
Just remember, I can always send you to passroom too