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.
brains on the wall. My face, my face on tv.

They dissipate the pungent odor of a holder.
Sand kickers comin' sixty upon the sonar.
They're fold me over like a trapper keeper folder.
If this was D&D, you'd see me jump a portal.
I'm a geek, g double e k.
I meet my boys in the basement about day.
Card table, comic books, and of coke.
we blow 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, belt buckles and protectors.
out back packs like my main man Venkman's.
We got problems, the jocks.
The SUV with class rings on their cocks.
known 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 front of the girl 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 with a geek, just 'cause he got a gift.
You get in my way you get a Vulcan neck pinch.
One night I go to sleep, up playin' Risk.
At dawn, I won, got dominance.
But it in the it's completely different 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 mind 7 of 9 I'm great.
Prom night bites, prevail.
I'm at home reciting lines the Holy Grail.
nose, and some swollen glands.
Never, been kissed, never holding hands.
Just, bust my over Britney in a bubble bath.
Darth Vader inhalers, in case my lungs collapse.
The died from a heart 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 with sci-fi facts.
rocked, Dynobots kick ass.

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