Luyện nghe bài hát Geek

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

They the pungent odor of a power holder.
Sand kickers comin' clicks upon the sonar.
They're gonna fold me over like a keeper folder.
If this was D&D, you'd see me into a portal.
I'm a geek, spelled g e k.
I meet my in the basement about every day.
Card table, books, and cans 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, buckles and pocket protectors.
Tricked out back like my main man Venkman's.
We got problems, the jocks.
The SUV with class rings on their cocks.
Otherwise known as the 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 point average higher than on New Year's Eve.

repeat

Don't fuck with a geek, 'cause he got a gift.
You get in my way bitch you get a neck pinch.
One night I go to sleep, up playin' Risk.
At dawn, I won, got dominance.
But it in the hallway completely different shit.
Can't get my open and my pants are always split.
Can't seem to catch a ride, ever get a date.
But in my 7 of 9 thinks I'm great.
night bites, primadonnas prevail.
I'm at home lines from the Holy Grail.
Stuffed nose, and swollen glands.
Never, been kissed, never been hands.
Just, bust my biscuits Britney in a bubble bath.
Darth Vader with inhalers, in my lungs collapse.
The dragon died a heart attack
You may and yo, I upped your armor class.
a geek, it aint so bad.
I get laid, I got Japanime stashed.
And a mind jam packed sci-fi facts.
Dreadnoks rocked, kick ass.

repeat