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 comin' sixty clicks upon the sonar.
They're gonna fold me over like a trapper folder.
If this was D&D, you'd see me jump a portal.
I'm a geek, spelled g e k.
I meet my in the basement about every day.
Card table, comic books, and 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, belt and pocket protectors.
Tricked out back packs my main man Venkman's.
We got problems, the jocks.
The SUV suckers class rings on their cocks.
Otherwise known as the motherfuckers the tit.
If I was wolverine, you'd my knuckles go snikt.
I'm not perfect, the b4 picture of 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 neck pinch.
One night I didn't go to sleep, up Risk.
At dawn, I won, got dominance.
But it in the hallway it's different shit.
Can't get my open and my pants are always split.
Can't to catch a ride, can't ever get a date.
But in my 7 of 9 thinks I'm great.
Prom bites, primadonnas prevail.
I'm at home reciting lines the Holy Grail.
Stuffed nose, and some glands.
Never, been kissed, never holding hands.
Just, my biscuits over Britney in a bubble bath.
Darth Vader with inhalers, in case my collapse.
The died from a heart attack
You may advance and yo, I upped 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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