

Liquid X - RIoT Rich .mp3

got a cowboy hat, with a black trenchcoat to match

aint got no friends, but i still try (I still try)

won't leave my room, til it's damn near june (like may 23rd)

I love to play, my counterstrike (counterstrike)

crack RSA, while watchin anime (those anime flicks)

system.print, god damn 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......

my baseball bat stays hitting a mac

pcs unplugged like they're taking a nap

I got my, very own linux distro

turned down jobs from sun and cisco

processor working, like an engine revving

whole damn 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/all processors] iced out with liquid nitro

stay up til 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 good will suits)

ain't got no style, but I'm still fly (i'm still fly)

spent every cent, that my parents sent (god damnit mom and dad!)

they'll send some more, overnight (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 fuck, 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 fuck)

art major rich, dah dah dah.......

got a new tackle box and a photoshop server

hair cut 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 til 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 retarded

my portfolio's still hot regardless

friends hit the weed til they choke and they faint

all I need? dry macaroni and spray paint

drawing every day, wow, I'm amazin

probably 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 half, no girls in class (wow that sucks)

that's played as hell, but I'm alright (fuck it, I'll spit a cliche)

got a pair of wings taped, to the back of your cape (what the fuck is 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 fuck is 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 gracies

"YOU"RE CORNY AS FUCK", so don't make me

pull cards, [bitch], I'm fed up

too scared on the quarter mile to even lift your heads up

someone else used your mouse, you're prone to heads to the courts

with your pc and get a divorce, uh

...it's a dry school...that's why y'all drink til 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 ass

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 good will 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

Yo they gotta be blind, not deaf









and... the awesomly true song stolen from "da hub"