Liquid X RIoT Rich Lyrics

Sup X, it's our turn baby

Got a cowboy hat, with a black trenchcoat to match (Like Columbine s___)
Ain't got no friends, but I still try (I still try)
Won't leave my room, 'till it's d___ near June (like May 23rd)
I love to play, my Counterstrike (Counterstrike)
Crack RSA, while watchin' Anime (those Anime flicks)
System.print, God d___ I'm nice (don't forget the semi colon too)
My motherboards, run on 24's (24 GHz processors)
I'm CS rich, dah dah, dah dah...

My baseball bat stays hittin' a Mac
PC's unplugged like it's taking a nap
I got my very own Linux distro
Turned down jobs from Sun and Cisco
Processor working, like an engine revving
Whole d___ crew's 1-3-3-7
Taking over IRC, with only four bots
DVD burners that I use for door stops
Got a RAID 5 hard drive array
Go ahead, leech a petabyte of Anime
Bought 3 Sun servers tonight yo
CPUs iced out with liquid nitro
Stay up 'till 6 AM, nocturnal
Talk about my day in my online journal
Friends say I need a girl in my world, yo
I'd rather just recompile my kernel...

Payless boots, with the pimped out Goodwill suits (with the Goodwill suits)
Ain't got no style, but I'm still fly (I'm still fly)
Spent every cent, that my parents sent (God d___it mom and dad!)
They'll send some more, overnight (You better hurry up with the dough)
Got a quarter-pound of dro, better smoke a bowl (right before I go to class)
I'm high as f___, but I'm alright (I don't really work anyway)
Don't gotta go to class, I'm still gon' pass (school's easy as f___)
Art major rich, dah dah, dah dah...

Got a new tackle box and a Photoshop server
Haircut lookin' like rainbow sherbert
I wear, sandals in the winter, it's true
I don't buy books, just glitter and glue
Have second year standing 'till I'm 24
Raise a family at the art house, second floor
Out of all programs, yeah, art's the hardest
I'm not lazy, I'm a starving artist
Even if you think my art is garbage
You'll love how dope my shopping cart is
Drop art? Maybe when I'm not r_____ed
My portfolio's still hot regardless
Friends hit the weed 'till they choke and they faint
All I need? Dry macaroni and spray paint
Drawing every day, wow, I'm amazin'
Prob'ly co-op in the tunnels, working on a painting

Complain all night, there's no social life (no social life)
But watch TV all the time (don't forget videogames)
4 quarters and a half, no girls in class (wow that sucks)
That's played as hell, but I'm alright (f___ it, I'll spit a cliche)
Got a pair of wings taped, to the back of your cape (what the f___'s wrong with you kids)
Your mom and dad, should end your life (really end it all on the real)
You'd transfer schools, but you're lazy fools (where the f___'s the forms?)
R.I.T. rich, dah dah, dah dah...

For most guys the ratio's not an issue
You're scared of girls, got a lotta tissues
If you make a joke about bricks, or chicks, or Gracie's
"You're corny as f___", so don't make me
Pull cards, [b____], I'm fed up
too scared on the quarter mile to even lift your heads up
Someone else used your mouse, you're p___e to head to the courts
With your PC and get a divorce, uh
...it's a dry school...that's why y'all drink 'till you dry heave
And everybody's gotta have ID
We got a Homecoming dance...but no football game
I know, it's lame, be ashamed
of your school, and the fact, that you're spending your cash
On a new gym that you'll never use, what a kick, in the a__
At last, when you get your degree
You're gonna promise yourself, that you're "never coming back"

Payless boots, with the pimped out Goodwill suits (with the Goodwill suits)
Ain't got no style, but I'm still fly (I'm still fly)

Yo X let's go hit up Ellingson and get some play from the deaf chicks
They gotta be blind, not deaf!