Want to see a group of middle-aged teachers get down to a song about a guy’s “tool in his pants”?
Well … in case you change your mind, here’s a video from the National Education Association’s 2013 national convention in Atlanta last week that features conference-goers dancing along to some “song” called “Wobble.”
The lyrics are, of course, suggestive (to put it politely) and filled with racial epithets.
“Called ‘Raise Your Hand,’ the event was billed as one that would assist with ’empowering educators to lead,'” EAGnews.org explains.
You can watch as they dance to a song that includes lines such as “when it’s over you ain’t gon need ya vibrator,” “got em’ shakin their boobies like congos,” and “God damn I’m so explicit, but I can’t help it my flow ridiculous.”
It’s about as unpleasant as it sounds. What you’re about to see cannot be unseen:
And in case you were wondering, here are the song’s lyrics via azlyrics.com [content warning: the whole thing reads like a wall in a public bathroom. You have been warned]:
Verse the First:
got em’ shakin their boobies like congos,
Man I’m shaking the city like quakes.
The haters blue the face like gonzo,
Cause I’m rakin a cake so let’s bake.
I’m taking the game, the games mine.
Ya’ll witness a change it’s my time.
Yea I’m new to the game but ya’ll might wanna save ya whack raps daylight saving time
I could dance homie, I don’t 2-step,
Ya’ll looking at something like a true player.
A girl told me that a man that could dance might could possibly get down with the tool in his pants.
Now all my ladies let me see you vibrate.
And when it’s over you ain’t gon need ya vibrator.
Cause I’m a pro, make ya bend ya back low den just pound it real fast just like purkulator
Verse the Second:
Girl wobble it, and I’m a gobble it.
I see you movin your head, your head bobblin’
We can cradle the bed I’m straight rockin it
The girls say my head like the head of a rocket ship
God damn I’m so explicit, but I can’t help it my flow ridiculous
Boy got a gift like it gotta be christmas
Swag don’t miss like he gotta be gifted
The girls brought cameras and they want pictures
And they gon frame em to see dat ni**a
Little to the bed while I’m sayin my scriptures
Cause I leave ya holy like ya pray in the temple
Want beat? I move with the led of a pencil
And mine won’t miss you, goodnight kiss you
Take a band back, cause you got pistols
And I don’t think bounty picker up these issues
Poetic, isn’t it? Are you moved?
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