The guy who sits behind me in math class clears his throat every 10 f*cking seconds
And every time that he does, I wanna turn around and punch him right in his f*cking face
On top of that, there's this old guy who sits in the front of the class
He whistles when he breathes
I need to leave
I need to f*cking leave
Feel his foot against my chair
I swear, I'll reduce the row by one
It's done
Feel the Dukkha
Shut the f*ck up
Feel the Dukkha
Rip your throat out
Rip your throat out
Rip your throat out
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The guy who sits behind me in math class clears his throat every 10 f*cking seconds
And every time that he does, I wanna turn around and punch him right in his f*cking face
On top of that, there's this old guy who sits in the front of the class
He whistles when he breathes
I need to leave
I need to f*cking leave
Feel his foot against my chair
I swear, I'll reduce the row by one
It's done
Feel the Dukkha
Shut the f*ck up
Feel the Dukkha
Rip your throat out
Rip your throat out
Rip your throat out
And every time that he does, I wanna turn around and punch him right in his f*cking face
On top of that, there's this old guy who sits in the front of the class
He whistles when he breathes
I need to leave
I need to f*cking leave
Feel his foot against my chair
I swear, I'll reduce the row by one
It's done
Feel the Dukkha
Shut the f*ck up
Feel the Dukkha
Rip your throat out
Rip your throat out
Rip your throat out
Writer: Brandon Bigos
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