Nerds (Studio) Lyrics

I'm a faggot, I'm a retard,
I got a girl's bag and a V-card.
I got three friends and a whack-ass ride,
You can judge by the cover,
'Cause it's shitty on the inside.

No girls wanna fuck me, trust me,
I don't give a fuck, don't adjust me.
Just, please, shut your face-hole
For just one second.

"Fuck you, faggot. You're so fuckin' dumb."
Dumb? I'm the dumb one?
Calm down, Bo. Just count to ten, um,
One, two, three, whore - I mean four, shit,
Three, Four, Five, bitch - I mean six, shit.

I quit, I got no patience, you won, I face it.
Your life peaks at graduation.
Well, congratu-fucking-lations

(Nerds) The faggots, the spastic fat chicks who,
Sit in the back with no one to do their lab with, the
(Nerds) Kid with acne and tons of Proactiv,
Packed inside his backpack, I got your back, kid.

And, do you know why, kid, I can rap so mean?
Cause I was reading while you were fuckin' the prom queen.
Huddled up reading, no lacrosse team,
"Huddle up! Huddle up!" What? You lost me.

Sorry, bro, did I interrupt the,
Circle of jerks all circle jerking?
I need savin'? No, fuck no.
Quoth the raven - no, fuck Poe.

Ah, shit I'm bitchin' - listen, it's,
They don't know what they're missing.
For instance, I like poetry, I like instruments,
Maybe we have similar interests.

But, it's no fall balls, no balls fall.
Just sit and scrawl at the stall walls.
At 3 PM I pause, that shit sounds like applause.

(Nerds) The faggots, the spastic fat chicks who,
Sit in the back with no one to do their lab with, the
(Nerds) Kid with acne and tons of Proactiv,
Packed inside his backpack, I got your back, kid. She stood in line and got cut. Tried out, got cut.
Loved art, but the budget got cut.
Then she got numb, and she only felt when she knelt and cut. (Nerds, nerds nerds, nerds)

(Nerds) The faggots, the spastic fat chicks who,
Sit in the back with no one to do their lab with, the
(Nerds) Kid with acne and tons of Proactiv,
Packed inside his backpack, I got your back, kid.

I know it's bad, kid, I got your back, kid