MC Chris - Ratz lyrics
[MC Chris - Ratz lyrics]
This one goes out to all
The cuties in the quad
Walkin 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 waitin to get wreck-ed
Open the door then get floored by the heat
You get passed a J while
They play "Paul's Boutique"
Get a plastic cup and ice
Unless you like it neat
All the girls 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, the fo'sheeza
High plains drifter this sorority sister
Let the belt loop lead you
To her liquor elixir smellin better than a
Bubblegum scratch'n'sniff sticker
You lick, shoot, suck
Then duck out even quicker
A mad dash to her crib, my roomie is a geek
He's playing Galaxies
Makin friends on Dantooine
So I'm climbin up a tree
Beers clingin to my teeth
Miss the windowledge, hit the hedge
Land upon my keys, oh!
I am a dorm rat, that is a fact Jack
Lookin at incense, playin with warm wax
Hittin on the honies at the vendin machine
The one hitter, trade dinner
All you need's an ID (I said)
Oh! Plaid pajama bottoms or
Plaid pleated skirts
Everything you girls wear makes me
Stare at the dirt if I had balls I'd flirt
With y'all in study hall
Do the geek talk 'til your eyes
Roll back into your skull
But I'm a freek, spelled F-R double-3-K
When you're walkin my way
With my pockets I play
I can't say, "What's your 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
Dostoevsky doesn't impress me
What you think of that shit?" but I don't
I just twitch and I itch in my pants
Play my Gameboy Advance
'til she's finally walked past
A mad dash to my crib where I get on my blog
InSearchofSpockcom, check it out if you want
That's the steam blowin scene
Where I reign supreme
Webster's my Friendster
I run the message boards 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 nothin
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
I am lab rat, that is a sad fact
Shinin my test tubes, cryin in restrooms
Dorm life blows if you've got no place to go
I call my mother everyday
I say I wanna go home
The cuties in the quad
Walkin 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 waitin to get wreck-ed
Open the door then get floored by the heat
You get passed a J while
They play "Paul's Boutique"
Get a plastic cup and ice
Unless you like it neat
All the girls 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, the fo'sheeza
High plains drifter this sorority sister
Let the belt loop lead you
To her liquor elixir smellin better than a
Bubblegum scratch'n'sniff sticker
You lick, shoot, suck
Then duck out even quicker
A mad dash to her crib, my roomie is a geek
He's playing Galaxies
Makin friends on Dantooine
So I'm climbin up a tree
Beers clingin to my teeth
Miss the windowledge, hit the hedge
Land upon my keys, oh!
I am a dorm rat, that is a fact Jack
Lookin at incense, playin with warm wax
Hittin on the honies at the vendin machine
The one hitter, trade dinner
All you need's an ID (I said)
Oh! Plaid pajama bottoms or
Plaid pleated skirts
Everything you girls wear makes me
Stare at the dirt if I had balls I'd flirt
With y'all in study hall
Do the geek talk 'til your eyes
Roll back into your skull
But I'm a freek, spelled F-R double-3-K
When you're walkin my way
With my pockets I play
I can't say, "What's your 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
Dostoevsky doesn't impress me
What you think of that shit?" but I don't
I just twitch and I itch in my pants
Play my Gameboy Advance
'til she's finally walked past
A mad dash to my crib where I get on my blog
InSearchofSpockcom, check it out if you want
That's the steam blowin scene
Where I reign supreme
Webster's my Friendster
I run the message boards 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 nothin
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
I am lab rat, that is a sad fact
Shinin my test tubes, cryin in restrooms
Dorm life blows if you've got no place to go
I call my mother everyday
I say I wanna go home