When my teacher told me not to eat the glue, I stood up at my desk and said, “I don’t need to eat the glue bitch, I like glue in my coffee mutherfucker.” She sent me to the office and the principal asked me what my problem was.
I told him, “Fuck you honkey, cracker bitch, you wouldn’t understand what it’s like to be a middle-class white kid trying to make a dollar and pass the third grade. Shit is real in my neighborhood, the HOA is cracking down on people parking on the streets and making my parents keep the landscaping presentable. That’s why I like glue in my coffee bitch, because it eases the stress.”
He told me if I had one more outburst that he was going to expel me.
So I replied, “That’s why I like glue in my coffee mutherfucker, because I want to get expelled, go to an alternative school where I will fit in better nigga’. I’m tired of all these trick ass ho’s trying to make me do math and read and shit. That’s why I like glue in my coffee.”