Witchhunt, by MDFMK

Bolts of lightning - out of the blue

Without forewarning - the heat is on you

Watch what you say - the phone maybe tapped

Under heavy surveillance - looks like you're trapped

Under investigation - whether guilty or not

Without your own doing - you're part of the plot

Trying to hide - going underground

Just a matter of time until you will be found

The noose is tightening - there's no return

Moral cleansing - free thinking must burn

This is serious - your face in the mud

The end of the story is written in blood

Freeze! Down on your knees! Beaten and bound

Tarred and feathered they parade you around

The media is feasting - your face on the news

It's a feeding frenzy - a mob on the loose

It doesn't matter what you say or do

There is no justice - no future for you

Because you're the scapegoat you are to blame

This is your life - 15 minutes of shame

Witch hunt - guilty by association

Witch hunt - systematic defamation

Witch hunt - process of elimination

Witch hunt - demonized and sacrificed

Witch hunt - guilty by association

Witch hunt - merciless interrogation

Witch hunt - ill-reputed executed

Witch hunt - which hunt?

Burn that witch

Witch hunt - guilty by association

Witch hunt - methodical eradication

Witch hunt - crucified by morning light

Witch hunt - which hunt?

Burn that witch

You've always been different - you've spoken your mind

Set yourself apart - now they hate your kind

A foreign element - the unknown factor

An alien component - the Hannibal Lecter

Geek, by mc chris

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.

Your brains on the wall. My face, 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 e 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.

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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, bust my biscuits over Britney in a bubble bath.

Darth Vader with inhalers, in case my lungs collapse.

The dragon died from a heart attack

You may advance and yo, I upped your armor class.

Being a geek, it aint so bad.

I can’t get laid, I got Japanime stashed.

And a mind jam packed with sci-fi facts.

Dreadnoks rocked, Dynobots kick ass.

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