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Baldi, Baldi
Baldi, Baldi
Baldi, Baldi
Baldi, Baldi
I'm in the school house trapped
You do the math
No, you do the math
My friend left his notebooks in class
But Baldi is fast
No items, no pass
In the halls, I've experienced Baldi's wrath, arts and crafters
This place is packed to the rafters with Baldi's staff
Playtime's scary
First prize looks kinda sad
Baldi's Basics got me trapped in a Windows 95 matrix
A green T-shirt persona
A Homer Simpson combover
Stick holder, bald over
Serial problem solver
I've been searching desperately for my seventh out of seven
But the only notebook I've seen is the one with Rachel McAdams
I'm still trying to get 'em, but it's grown increasingly hard for me
With 'It's a bully' asking for my personal property
It seems everyone's after me, and it's all flooding back to me
In fact, to me, there's something strange about this whole faculty
(I'll take that, it's mine, no)
(Looks like it's sweeping time!)
Everywhere I go, "Hey, Baldi!"
Everywhere I look, "Hey, Baldi!"
Everywhere I turn, "Hey, Baldi!"
Everyone I see, "Hey, Baldi!"
This is my house, I've got the run of these halls
You think you can come and go as you please
Like this is the mall
You do the math
Yeah, you do the math
Trying to leave just like that
No yardstick, no wrath
I'm the cream of the faculty
Don't get stuck in a class with me
An ambassador of mathematics
Use my yardstick like a bat
And Pythagoras like a poison chalice
Remainders are blasphemy
Mental gymnastics
My baldness, a catastrophe
How can I put this for the layman?
I'm a bilateral equation
With a rocking bod like Channing Tatum and a mind like Rain Man
So get out while you still can