Mrs. McCarter
There's no books on my shelf
It feels harder when I'm writing cursive L's
Cause Airyc's on the ground and I'm B.S.ing with Tyrell
Mrs. McCarter
I really just cannot tell
What you're trying to spell out before the bell
Fire in her eyes and a message she begins to belt
She says...
You trying to be a wannabe?
You trying to drive a clown car?
You trying to be a wannabe?
Well lets see how cool you are
Mrs. McCarter
Get these kids back in order
Make one the caboose and another the line leader
And if they don't obey give 'em a desk right next to the teacher
Mrs. McCarter
I hear them chanting my name.
Before I play "Thriller" by Michael J
Well tell these kids something that'll stick like pins
She says...
You trying to be a wannabe?
You trying to drive a clown car?
You trying to be a wannabe?
Well lets see how cool you are
Let's go
Mrs. McCarter
Look what I've become
I'm your boy, your rockstar, your number one
Now life without that shove wouldn't be too fun
Mrs. McCarter
Get these kids in gear
When they think of you they grin ear to ear
Tell not what they want but what they've gotta hear
You trying to be a wannabe?
You trying to drive a clown car?
You trying to be a wannabe?
Well lets see how cool you are
Yeah
You trying to be a wannabe?
You trying to drive a clown car?
You trying to be a wannabe?
Well lets see how cool you are
Oh they're trying to be wannabes
But let's see how cool they are