Luyện nghe bài hát Geek

Chorus: Stop 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 pack heat.
brains on the wall. My face, my face on tv.

They dissipate the odor of a power holder.
Sand kickers comin' clicks upon the sonar.
They're gonna fold me over a trapper keeper 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.
table, comic books, and cans of coke.
That we blow out our after a Star Wars joke.
We got style.
Tape on our glasses, on our faces and hair 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 with class on their cocks.
Otherwise known as the motherfuckers the tit.
If I was wolverine, hear my knuckles go snikt.
I'm not perfect, the b4 picture of Parker.
I always trip and drop my in front 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 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 hallway completely different shit.
Can't get my locker and my pants are always split.
Can't seem to a ride, can't ever get a date.
But in my mind 7 of 9 I'm great.
Prom bites, primadonnas prevail.
I'm at home lines from the Holy Grail.
nose, and some swollen glands.
Never, been kissed, never been hands.
Just, bust my over Britney in a bubble bath.
Darth Vader inhalers, in case my lungs collapse.
The dragon died a heart attack
You may advance and yo, I your armor class.
a geek, it aint so bad.
I can't get laid, I got stashed.
And a mind jam with sci-fi facts.
Dreadnoks rocked, Dynobots ass.

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