I don't know this

Can't answer this
Do I know this?
I don't know p*ss!

My, my, my, my (I dunno sh*t)
Test scores are so...damn low
Cause all this...I don't know
Grade two...was more easy
Than this one year torture called Grade Three
I've been failed...more than I can count
Which is, by the way, a small amount
About four, fo sho'
How many exactly...I don't know

I've told you, Miss Roy...I don't know this
Yes, I just keep failin' all my tests...I can't write this
Check this exam, man...I don't know this
I swear that two added to two makes five...I dunno this

I'm fifteen...plus half
But I'm in third grade, cuz I can't tell geese from calf
I can't move...in this seat
Because it's too small, it hurts my feet
And my spellin' ain't great
Please don't ask 'bout it, let's just say it is not first rate
It's crap, so crap
I asked my brother to write this rap
Man it blows...that I'm slow
So I must admit it...I don't know

Hey, I told ya...I don't know this!
Why you laughing like that...I can't spell this
Hey, shut your mouth, this is not funny...I dunno this

Give me a test...or essay
Or some kind of work, I'll fail straight away
Hey...what's this?
Since when was this exam on Europe covering the Swiss?
I'm screwed...so true
I'll get about ten out of eighty-two
And its due...right now
The shrimp right next to me says "Don't have a cow"
Too bad...too late
I'll lose some marks cause I messed up the date

I'm screwed because I know...I don't know this
Do not know this
Pencils down!

(Instrumental break)

Stop...marking time!

How many ticks...did I get?
I'll get back to you, 'cause I am not finished yet
I'll check...the teacher for sure
'Cause a lot of my answers are real obscure
This is p*ss...it is still wrong
Can't believe that I called a fork a prong
Now I'm in deep crap
And I was thinkin' this test was a snap

Yeah...I don't know this
Look, Miss...I can't see this
Was gettin' all hyped, boy, now I know I don't...I don't know sh*t
How I wish...school was out
Score is down!

(Another instrumental break)

I don't know this
I can't spell this
I dunno sh*t!
I.Q.'s down!

(Once again, an instrumental break)

Stop...reason time!

Ev'rytime I fail this
My teacher asks me "Why?"
And I tell her this
After a great heavy sigh:
My dad was a hippie
Mum sold me out
To some old-fashioned granny
Who's short and stout
And she left for the world
And left me with a gay
Old stoner, drug tripper, a loner, clothes ripper
And the rest I cannot say

I don't know this
I can't spell this
I can't write this
Damn...I don't know this
I'm useless...I dunno this
So crap...don't know p*ss
I'm held back again...Cause I know sh*t