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My mood is : cracking up My music is : Forgot About Jibs
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I wasn't going to post this until I did a more professional version with my equipment next week, but this is way too good to resist. ALL OF YOU NEED TO LISTEN TO THIS.
Edit, 2/18/04: I replaced the original MP3 and lyrics here with the final version that I am referring to above. This is the real deal!FORGOT ABOUT JIBSClick here to download the MP3.
Y'all know me
Still same old geek
But I been low key
Hated on by CS clowns
Who know C, Basic, Assembly
With no Q's and no P's
No calc, no PowerBook, no PD
Mad at me cause I can program myself all the way to 8B
Got a cam and an iPod and it's all full of tracks
To add to the drive full of cracks
I got off the net in the back of my house like great seas
Y'all think I'mma let my app freeze?
Geek, please
You better bow down on both knees
Who you think taught you the file trees?
Who you think brought you PCs? DnDs, The Matrix, and MP3?
The web and FTP?
And the group that said mothafuck iChat AV?
Gave you a disk full of porn to watch when your mom is out and you could
And when your Java code wadn't doin too good
Who's the proctor they told you to go see?
Y'all better listen up closely
All you dweebs that said that I turned cool
From the nerd pool
Y'all are the reason that Jibs ain't been gettin' no sleep
I got no weed
Or PCP
If y'all use Google, search me
Y'all gon' keep fuckin' around with me and turn me back to the old geek
Nowadays everbody wanna talk like they got something to say
But nothing comes out when they move their lips
Just a bunch of jibberish
And mothafuckas act like they forgot about Jibs
So what do you say to get a loser a date?
Tell the girl in your class that you wanna get laid?
Wanna eat pizza in a hat today?
Just study your tape of that Nebyoolae
One day I got off the bus
With my iPod on
Smokin' crack and dust and about to bust
A nut on the silent tree
At UCSD
I don't give a fuck if it's Vanessa Del Rio
I'm harder than me tryin' to park a Geo
A life? Man, fuck it
Who needs one, I got a class with Miller Puckette
Hoppin' mad with a corrupt OS
Try a restart first
Fuck you Bill Gates, call the cops
I'mma kill you and your slow ass motherfuckin' Bloat OS
And when the cops came through me and P stood next to a Chipotle
With a can full of ass and a handful of biatches
And forgot to pay the bill
So from here on out it's PS2
Startin' out gay and gettin' some lube
And I'm still stuck in the lot till I get the fuck off this Denver Boot
Chika-chika-chicka Slim Jibs
Phatter than a pad on Cribs
In a Chevy Metro with the windows up
When my dick goes up to my lower ribs
Wearing Star Wars lids
Silly n00b, UNIX is for kids!
Slangin' rocks and I'm takin' bids
Round the corner as my Geo skids
Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something say
But nothing comes out when they move their lips
Just a bunch of jibberish
And mothafuckas act like they forgot about Jibs
If it was up to me y'all programmers would stop comin' up to me
With your mice out lookin' up to me
Want the WEP?
When my last shareware was out you wasn't payin' me
But now that I got Nard's company
Everybody wanna run to me like it was some disease
But you'll only get bugs from me cause I'm from ol' Cupertino
Enrolled in Fall
All those little coders, who you think helped mold em all?
Now you wanna run around talkin' bout vim like I'm fuckin dim
What, you think I use pico?
Cause my cell went off?
Now all I get is e-mail all day saying Jibs went soft?
What, cause I been in the lab and coding like mad tryin' to get this damn error off?
I ain't usin' hacks
This is the millenium of complex math
And graduate school right after that
So gimme one more copy of Max to lay tracks, hookin' up my DAC
So where's all the mad coders at?
Worked in Jag but not the Panther cat
But all you dirty rats know that I was strapped with Macs
While you were programmin' a PD patch
Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something say
But nothing comes out when they move their lips
Just a bunch of jibberish
And mothafuckas act like they forgot about Jibs