Hmm, very poignant
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And now I point to the teacher and the classroom
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And our wild tale commences
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[Princess Superstar as Teacher]
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Hello everyone, welcome to ancient speaking class
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You must speak, that's what I'm teaching
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If you're going to telepath you're wasting my time so don't spaz
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Hey I heard that! Who just thought their teacher has a big ass
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Don't think nasty things like that when everyone here can telepath
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[Princess Superstar as Teacher]
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Well this is fun, I know it's difficult without tongues
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But you're young, still have lots of time to sunscreen under one of the suns
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Now who wants to start, will it be you Intel Inside, or you Just Do It
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Perhaps Got Milk wants to begin, oh, Coke Is It, stand don't sit
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Hit it, ba-da-ba-ba-ba, I'm lovin' it, you begin your report
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Don't use your ?, use your rusty, a little dusty, mouth and larynx
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Right where you used to put a sandwich, see if we can manage
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But we're gonna need a beat, in order for you to handle it
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Uh, I'm teaching you in rhyme
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Since archaeologists found only Shakespeare and B.I.G.'s "Ready To Die"
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When time and age was counted, measured, money was pleasure
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Babies branded out the ad campaigns forever
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The old world was confused
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Attaching themselves to the biblical by the umbilical
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Ironically so much like the amoeba they sprung from, the evolution was syphical
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But I get ahead of myself, or is that behind myself
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Perhaps Coke Is It wants to do her report first, I'm asking
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But remember kids, no telepathing
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[Princess Superstar as student Coke Is It]
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My, um, um, ancient speaking report
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Is on my great-to-the-50th-power grandmother whose name was Superstar
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I am the descendant of a duplicant
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A cycophant from a cloning plant
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[Pause] (no telepathing, Coke Is It!)
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Right, uh, the year of her was 2080
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Understandably illusive since we don't count time anymore maybe
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It's a bit hazy, but Superstar was crazy
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An entertainer back when there was entertainment, pleasure for payment
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So that everybody would stop their complainin'
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She was very very bad, and I don't mean bad meaning good
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I'll explain how bad Superstar was if I could
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In those strange days each human
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Was allowed one exact clone or duplicant as they called them
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To do his bidding, his drinking, his pigging
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His cigging, or his unpleasant slash moral thinking
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One could do it at any age
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And as the originals change, the duplicant would rearrange
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But our derranged Superstar was thinking
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Why just one duplicant, when she could have a troupe of them, mmhmm
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Why settle for one when she could make thousands of bad girl clones
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To get a better job done (well what was she like when she was young?)
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She dreamed of being a celebrity just like everyone
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It was 2005, a strange time to be alive
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She knew if she couldn't be famous in her time
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She would be one day in 2080
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So she found a super computer MRI baby (wow!)
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That would preserve her mind until the world was ready to comply
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I ain't gonna lie
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Not only does she become famous, she becomes the only famous person alive
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Listen to her plot, playin' with her friends when she was only nine
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(What an insane mind!) yeah, thank God it's not mine
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The Classroom
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Princess Superstar |