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    I'm a faggot, I'm a retard, I got a girl's bag, and a V-card
    I got three friends and a whack ass ride
    You can judge by the cover 'cause it's shitty on the inside
    No girls wanna fuck me, trust me
    I don't give a fuck, don't adjust me
    Just please shut your face hole, just one second
    Fuck you faggot, you're so fucking dumb
    Dumb, I'm the dumb one?
    Calm down, Bo, just count to ten. Uhm
    One, two, three, whore-I mean four-shit, three, four, five, bitch-I mean six-shit
    I quit, I got no patience, you won, I'll face it
    Your life peaks at graduation, well, congratu-fucking-lations

    (Nerds)
    The faggots, the spastic fat chicks
    Who sit in the back with no one to do their lab with the
    (Nerds)
    Kid with acne and tons of Proactive packed inside his backpack
    I got your back, kid

    And do you know why, kid, I can rap so mean?
    'Cause I was reading while you were fucking the prom queen
    Huddled up reading, no lacrosse team
    Huddle up, huddle up
    What? You lost me
    Sorry, bro. Did I interrupt thee? circle a' jerks all circle-jerking
    I need savin'? No, fuck no
    Quote the raven? No, fuck Poe
    Ah, shit, I'm bitchin, listenin'

    They don't know what they're missing
    For instance, I like poetry, I like instruments
    Maybe we have similar interests?
    But it's no fall balls, no balls fall
    Just sit and scrawl at the stall walls
    At three p.m., I pause
    That shit sounds like applause

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    (Nerds)
    The faggots, the spastic fat chicks
    Who sit in the back with no one to do their lab with the
    (Nerds)
    Kid with acne and tons of Proactive packed inside his backpack
    I got your back, kid

    (Nerds)
    The faggots, the spastic fat chicks
    Who sit in the back with no one to do their lab with the
    (Nerds)
    The kid with acne and tons of Proactive packed inside his backpack
    I, I got your back, back, back

    She stood in line and got cut
    Tried out, got cut
    Loved art, but the budget got cut
    Then, she got numb, and she only felt when she knelt and cut

    Nerds, nerds, nerds, nerds

    (Nerds)
    The faggots, the spastic fat chicks
    Who sit in the back with no one to do their lab with the
    (Nerds)
    Kid with acne and tons of Proactive packed inside his backpack
    I got your back, kid

    I know it's bad, kid
    I got your back, kid

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    Composición: Bo Burnham

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