Mc Chris Ratz Lyrics:
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, i stalk the fox box to the party on lock,
security check soon my id's inspected, in the
elevator waiting to get wrecked, open the door
then get floored by the heat, you get passed a jay
while they play paul's boutique, get a plastic
cup and ice unless you like it neat, all the
girl's stand up, all the guys take seats, smoke
fills the air, you fill in denise, on your major,
on your minor, on the middle east for sheeza, high
plains drifter this sorority sister, let the belt
loop lead you to the liquor elixirs, smellin
better than i bubble gum scratch and sniff
sticker, we lick, shoot suck, then duck out even
quicker. a mad dash to my crib, cuz my roomie is a
geek, he's playing galaxies, makin friends on
dantooine, so, i'm climbing up a tree, beers
clinging to my teeth, miss the window ledge, hit
the hedge, land upon my keys. (chrous) i am a dorm
rat, that is the fact, jack, lookin at incense,
playin with warm wax, hittin on the honeys at the
vending machine, one hitters, tray dinners, all
you need's an id. plaid pajama bottoms or plaid
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pleated skirts, everything you girl's wear makes
me stare at the dirt, 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 f-r double three k, when you're
walking my way with my pockets i play, i can't
say what's yer name, care to chat for a bit,
it's me brian, that guy, from that class,
russian lit? care to sit, have a chip, care for
some fun dip, doystoyefsky doesn't impress me,
what do you think of that shit? 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,
that's the steam blowin scene where i reign
supreme, webster's my friendster, i run the
message board for ween, it's a mental mall for
teens, it's a paradise on earth, but in a way
it's like a curse, faster than a google search,
i just sit here and drink beer while my roommate
flirts at some party, with some hottie who's all
into fred durst, it makes my heart burst, and yet
i do nothing, just get on the web and start
bitchin and frontin, a dot com curmudgeon, who's
love life is sufferin, it's the rope or the
oven, or the hope i find love in the end. (chorus)
i am lab rat that is a sad fact, shining my test
tubes, crying in restrooms, dorm life blows if
you've got no place to go, i'll call my mother
everyday, i say i wanna go home.
Lyrics: Ratz, Mc Chris [end]