Get home.
Y'all remember fukkin up in school and yo teacher put you on the phone with yo moms
and she says I'm beating that ass when I get off work.
So you try to do some nice shyt and clean up the house so she will notice and shyt
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My 4th grade teacher was sneaky as hell.

She would call my mom during lunch about some bs, then come back the rest of the day laughing and smiling with me like shyt was all sweet...and of course i didnt know what she had done.
Then I'd get in the car that evening and moms would be all calm like normal...then about halfway home, she'd eb like "Mr. Williams called me today during lunch...."
I'd be like

Then I had to wait until my father got home 2-3 hours laters for an ass whooping with a big ass wide cowboy belt
