Lirik Lagu Geek - MC Chris
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TIPS PENCARIAN LIRIK FAVORIT ANDA
ANDA MENGETAHUI JUDUL DAN NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketikkan nama penyanyi dan judul lagu, berikan tanda kutip di judul lagu, misal: Yovie "Menjaga Hati";
- bila tidak berhasil, coba untuk mengilangkan tanda kutip, misal: Yovie Menjaga Hati; atau
- dapat juga dengan mengeklik menu A B C D.., lalu cari berdasarkan nama artis. Yovie dimulai dengan Y, klik Y. Lihat daftar lagu, dan dapatkan yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketik nama penyanyi, misal: YOVIE, akan muncul banyak halaman, telusuri dan pilih dari halaman-halaman tersebut; atau
- klik menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis Y, cari Yovie, dan cari lirik yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI SYAIR
- Ketikkan penggalan syair yang Anda ketahui, misal:
Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
Kembali dalam dekapan tanganmu - Masukkan kata-kata penting. Misal: tiada berarti berdiri cahaya dekapan.
- Hindari kata-kata yang berkemungkinan memiliki ada dua versi atau lebih. Misal: tanpamu dapat ditulis tanpa mu.
TETAP TIDAK DAPAT MENEMUKAN LIRIK YANG ANDA CARI
- Pilih menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis atau judul lagu.
- Bila masih tidak dapat menemukan lirik yang Anda cari, mungkin kami bisa membantu Anda. Silakan menghubungi kami.
Chorus: Stop pickin 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.You’re brains on the wall. My face on tv.
They dissipate the pungent odor of a power holder.Sand kickers comin’ sixty clicks upon the sonar.They’re gonna fold me over like a trapper keeper folder.If this was D&D, you’d see me jump into a portal.I’m a geek, spelled g double 3 k.I meet my boys in the basement about every day.Card table, comic books, and cans of coke.That we blow out our nose after a Star Wars joke.We got style.Tape on our glasses, zits on our faces and hair on our asses.Shiny shoes, belt buckles and pocket protectors.Tricked out back packs like my main man Venkman’s.We got problems, namely the jocks.The SUV suckers with class rings on their cocks.Otherwise known as the motherfuckers touchin' the tit.If I was wolverine, you’d hear my knuckles go snikt.I’m not perfect, the b4 picture of Peter Parker.I always trip and drop my tray in front of the girl that always sparkles.I got brains, fuck B’s and C’s.I got a grade point average higher than Hendrix on New Year’s Eve.
chorus repeat
Don’t fuck with a geek, just cuz he got a gift.You get in my way bitch you get a Vulcan neck pinch.One night I didn’t go to sleep, up playin’ Risk.At dawn, I won, got global dominance.But it in the hallway it’s completely different shit.Can’t get my locker open and my pants are always split.Can’t seem to catch a ride, can’t ever get a date.But in my mind 7 of 9 thinks I’m great.Prom night bites, primadonnas prevail.I’m at home reciting lines from the Holy Grail.Stuffed nose, and some swollen glands.Never, been kissed, never been holding hands.Just, just my biscuits over Britney in a bubble bath.Darth Vader with inhalers, in case my lungs collapse.The dragon died from a heart attackYou may advance and yo, I upped your armor class.Being a geek, it aint so bad.I can’t get laid, I got
They dissipate the pungent odor of a power holder.Sand kickers comin’ sixty clicks upon the sonar.They’re gonna fold me over like a trapper keeper folder.If this was D&D, you’d see me jump into a portal.I’m a geek, spelled g double 3 k.I meet my boys in the basement about every day.Card table, comic books, and cans of coke.That we blow out our nose after a Star Wars joke.We got style.Tape on our glasses, zits on our faces and hair on our asses.Shiny shoes, belt buckles and pocket protectors.Tricked out back packs like my main man Venkman’s.We got problems, namely the jocks.The SUV suckers with class rings on their cocks.Otherwise known as the motherfuckers touchin' the tit.If I was wolverine, you’d hear my knuckles go snikt.I’m not perfect, the b4 picture of Peter Parker.I always trip and drop my tray in front of the girl that always sparkles.I got brains, fuck B’s and C’s.I got a grade point average higher than Hendrix on New Year’s Eve.
chorus repeat
Don’t fuck with a geek, just cuz he got a gift.You get in my way bitch you get a Vulcan neck pinch.One night I didn’t go to sleep, up playin’ Risk.At dawn, I won, got global dominance.But it in the hallway it’s completely different shit.Can’t get my locker open and my pants are always split.Can’t seem to catch a ride, can’t ever get a date.But in my mind 7 of 9 thinks I’m great.Prom night bites, primadonnas prevail.I’m at home reciting lines from the Holy Grail.Stuffed nose, and some swollen glands.Never, been kissed, never been holding hands.Just, just my biscuits over Britney in a bubble bath.Darth Vader with inhalers, in case my lungs collapse.The dragon died from a heart attackYou may advance and yo, I upped your armor class.Being a geek, it aint so bad.I can’t get laid, I got
