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Ratz
MC Chris
This one goes out to all the cuties in the quad walking kitty corner with the itty bitty bod telescopin' out the window, waxin wise, while you walk in the elevator waiting to get wrecked I stalk the fox box to the party on lock security check soon my ids inspected you get passed a jay while they play Paul's boutique open the door then get floored by the heat get a plastic cup and ice unless you like it neat smoke fills the air, you fill in denise high plains drifter this sorority sister all the girl's stand up, all the guys take seats on your major, on your minor, on the middle east for sheeza let the belt loop lead you to the liquor elixirs we lick, shoot suck, then duck out even quicker smellin' better than I bublle gum scratch and sniff sticker A mad dash to my crib, cuz my roomie is a geek miss the window ledge, hit the hedge, land upon my keys Soon I'm climbing up a tree, beers clinging to my teeth he's playing Galaxies, makin' friends on Dantooine
Hittin' on the honeys at the vending machine I am a dorm rat, that is the fact, Jack Lookin at incense, playin' with warm wax One hitters, tray dinners, all you need's an id
everything you girl's wear makes me stare at the dirt Plaid pajama bottoms or plaid pleated skirts if I had balls I'd flirt with y'all in study hall do the geek talk till your eyes roll back into your skull but I'm a freek, spelled fr33k when you're walking my way with my pockets I play it's me Brian, that guy, from that class, russian lit? I can't say what's yer name, care to chat for a bit doystoyefsky doesn't impress me, what do you think of that shit? care to sit, have a chip, care for some fun dip but I don't I just twitch and I itch in my pants play my Gameboy advance until she's finally walked past A mad dash to my crib where I get on my blog in search of Spock dot com check it out if you want it's a mental mall for teens, it's a paradise on earth that's the steam blowin' scene where I reign supreme Webster's my friendster, I run the message board for ween I just sit here and drink beer while my roommate flirts but in a way it's like a curse, faster than a Google search at some party, with some hottie who's all into Fred Durst it makes my heart burst, and yet I do nothing a dot com curmudgeon, who's love life is sufferin' just get on the web and start bitchin' and frontin' it's the rope or the oven, or the hope I find love in the end
Shining my test tubes, crying in restrooms I am lab rat that is a sad fact Dorm life blows if you've got no place to go I'll call my mother everyday, I say I wanna go home
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