Mc Chris - Ratz Lyrics
This one goes out to all the cuties in the quadwalking kitty corner with the itty bitty bodtelescopin' out the window, waxin wise, while you walkI stalk the fox box to the party on locksecurity check soon my ids inspectedin the elevator waiting to get wreckedopen the door then get floored by the heatyou get passed a jay while they play Paul's boutiqueget a plastic cup and ice unless you like it neatall the girl's stand up, all the guys take seatssmoke fills the air, you fill in deniseon your major, on your minor, on the middle east for sheezahigh plains drifter this sorority sisterlet the belt loop lead you to the liquor elixirssmellin' better than I bublle gum scratch and sniff stickerwe lick, shoot suck, then duck out even quickerA mad dash to my crib, cuz my roomie is a geekhe's playing Galaxies, makin' friends on DantooineSoon I'm climbing up a tree, beers clinging to my teethmiss the window ledge, hit the hedge, land upon my keysI am a dorm rat, that is the fact, JackLookin at incense, playin' with warm waxHittin' on the honeys at the vending machineOne hitters, tray dinners, all you need's an idPlaid pajama bottoms or plaid pleated skirtseverything you girl's wear makes me stare at the dirtif I had balls I'd flirt with y'all in study halldo the geek talk till your eyes roll back into your skullbut I'm a freek, spelled fr33kwhen you're walking my way with my pockets I playI can't say what's yer name, care to chat for a bitit's me Brian, that guy, from that class, russian lit?care to sit, have a chip, care for some fun dipdoystoyefsky doesn't impress me, what do you think of that shit?but I don't I just twitch and I itch in my pantsplay my Gameboy advance until she's finally walked pastA mad dash to my crib where I get on my blogin search of Spock dot com check it out if you wantthat's the steam blowin' scene where I reign supremeWebster's my friendster, I run the message board for weenit's a mental mall for teens, it's a paradise on earthbut in a way it's like a curse, faster than a Google searchI just sit here and drink beer while my roommate flirtsat some party, with some hottie who's all into Fred Durstit makes my heart burst, and yet I do nothingjust get on the web and start *****in' 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 endI am lab rat that is a sad factShining my test tubes, crying in restroomsDorm life blows if you've got no place to goI'll call my mother everyday, I say I wanna go home
