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Please don't mess me I'll spit you out like you were Sunny D
Did you think you could be mean baby? Listen this next part is key,
You play a lot of Nintendo, Endo
As far as men go, when ya gonna hit a crescendo and throw Mario and Atari out the window?
Now, we have something in lactose intolerant I'm wack host intolerant
Stop talkin about smackin crack hoes you're in apologies accepted
I might left lyrical holes in your mind
You'll fill it later with Cable or Hot 97 or applyin, you wanna play? Fine
Play-doh, roll you through a machine until you come out in little
I'm I really could eat like 5 Krispy Kremes
Like when they're all my tracks are hot
I'm hot, I'm hot, I'm hot, I'm hot, I'm hot, I'm hot, I'm hot, I'm hot-Like all my are
hot
Stop going on AOL to try to find friends, yeah everyone likes you because you said you
were tall, and
Liked Dre over Ren, Cage over Em, Rage over them, Bahamadia Lil' Kim
I had no idea you been down with hip-hop since you ten
You out ya playpen rubbin Barbie all over Ken and marveling over your carving
Of Led in your desk in ya den
I'm mad skins you got bad skin get rad skins for your MP3 player kid I'm a Real Player!
Hard like while you a dater with Darth Vader I'm famous-later-
I with both Ralph Nader and Roc Raida, OK?
I swear I'm super you play boring Solitaire on your computer over hair
Wear a boober shirt work at Hooters in your underwear like Mr. Hooper I don't care
I was nice to you originally what I'm doin is gonna ruin you like Druid ruins hear the
booin
Actually this is a big 'ol waste of my
I would rather be home playing with my parakeets than up this stupid rhyme
I mean, I am a Pisces and I wouldn't want to make you start cryin-Yeah start cryin
You get mad at when nobody's even heard of you
I did a on your name and came up with 1 result-
It was your computer, you're a
Lame, your screen name pseudo hip-hop lingo mixed up lowercase/capital letters
What you think this is Bingo? I got singles out
People know my in discerning circles from New York to LA
While you Colonels jerk pay spurt on dirty curtains in a big shirt singin Hip Hop Hooray
idle I'm an idol you're not entitled I got a title
Nobody trades your file chill child when I said I liked you I was just
Go yourself for a while you're lost whatever just frick off, vile in denial just step off
Why you think I get deals from record labels you get from drug dealers
Unappealing insincere won't eat Meals you spill bong water like tears filled with lost

Do acid and beer and trip out on how your queer little beard looks so weird in the man
Guitar and patchouli let me teach you Ital-go Fongule
When I was in high school I'd a thought you were so cool
Anyway as I was saying before my screen name is much than yours, its' -----
you think I would tell you so you can Instant Messenger me all day?
I think so I am very important and right now I am eating lunch
Go get signed to go away, bid on Ebay for a stuffed Mickey Mouse in a mug,
A sticky pic of buff Courtney Love, one of Prince's aborted doves, a Jackson glove,
A blow up Max pillow of Love, a diamond rug, or somethin worth more than all that stuff:
A cup Princess Superstar once drank out of

[Thanks to [email protected] for lyrics]