Luyện nghe bài hát Geek

Chorus: Stop pickin on me. Because I'm a geek. I'm strange to you. You're to me. Well, one of these days. I'm gonna pack heat.
Your on the wall. My face, my face on tv.

dissipate the pungent odor of a power holder.
Sand kickers sixty clicks upon the sonar.
They're gonna fold me over like a trapper folder.
If this was D&D, you'd see me into a portal.
I'm a geek, g double e k.
I my boys in the basement about every day.
table, comic books, and cans of coke.
That we out our nose after a Star Wars joke.
We got style.
Tape on our glasses, zits on our faces and on our asses.
Shiny shoes, buckles and pocket protectors.
Tricked out back packs like my man Venkman's.
We got problems, the jocks.
The SUV suckers with class on their cocks.
Otherwise as the motherfuckers touchin' the tit.
If I was wolverine, hear my knuckles go snikt.
I'm not perfect, the b4 of Peter Parker.
I always trip and drop my tray in of the girl that always sparkles.
I got brains, B's and C's.
I got a grade average higher than Hendrix on New Year's Eve.

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Don't fuck with a geek, just he got a gift.
You get in my way bitch you get a Vulcan pinch.
One I didn't go to sleep, up playin' Risk.
At dawn, I won, got dominance.
But it in the hallway it's completely shit.
Can't get my locker open and my pants are split.
Can't seem to catch a ride, can't get a date.
But in my 7 of 9 thinks I'm great.
night bites, primadonnas prevail.
I'm at home reciting lines from the Grail.
nose, and some swollen glands.
Never, been kissed, been holding hands.
Just, bust my biscuits over Britney in a bath.
Darth Vader with inhalers, in case my collapse.
The dragon died from a attack
You may advance and yo, I your armor class.
Being a geek, it so bad.
I can't get laid, I got stashed.
And a mind jam packed with facts.
Dreadnoks rocked, kick ass.

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