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Teacher Of The Rear

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I had a math teacher
When I was in eighth grade
We'd hang out at his house
And play video games

I thought it was a strange
I thought he was weird
But, he let us smoke weed
And he'd always buy us beer

Well, the years go by
And I forget all about it
Then I start to hear stories
On how he was outed

I knew he was funny
I never fell for his ploys
Apparently I was smarter
Than some other boys

I'll get to the point
Cause I could go on and on
But, if your teachers looking at your ***
You know there's something wrong

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