Luyện nghe bài hát You Get Mad At Napster

Please don't mess with me I'll you out like you were Sunny D
Did you really think you could be mean baby? Listen next part is key,
You play a lot of Nintendo, Endo
As far as men go, ya gonna hit a crescendo and throw Super Mario and Atari out the window?
Now, we have something in common-You're lactose intolerant I'm host intolerant
Stop talkin about smackin crack hoes you're in apologies accepted
I might have left lyrical holes in your
You'll it later with Cable or Hot 97 or Taco-Bell-n applyin, you wanna play? Fine
Play-doh, roll you a machine until you come out in little strings
I'm obscene I really could eat 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 all my tracks are
hot
Stop on AOL chat 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, over Lil' Kim
I had no idea you been down with since you were ten
You were out ya playpen rubbin Barbie all over Ken and over your carving
Of Led Zeppelin in your 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 Slayer while you a dater with Darth I'm famous-later-
I with both Ralph Nader and Roc Raida, OK?
I swear I'm super you play boring Solitaire on computer combed over hair
Wear a boober shirt work at Hooters in your look like Mr. Hooper I don't care
I was nice to you originally I'm doin is gonna ruin you like Druid ruins hear the crowd
naturally
Actually is a big 'ol waste of my time
I would rather be home playing with my parakeets making up this stupid rhyme
I mean, I am a sensitive Pisces and I wouldn't want to make you start start cryin
You get mad at Napster when nobody's heard of you
I did a search on your name and up with 1 result-
It was your computer, you're a
Lame, your screen name hip-hop sounding lingo mixed up lowercase/capital letters
you think this is Bingo? I got singles out already
People know my in discerning circles from New York to LA
While you earn Colonels jerk pay spurt on curtains in a big shirt singin Hip Hop Hooray
You're idle I'm an idol you're not entitled I got a
Nobody trades your file chill child when I I liked you I was just tired
Go occupy yourself for a you're lost whatever just frick off, vile in denial just step off
Why you think I get deals from record labels you get deals from dealers
Unappealing insincere won't eat Happy Meals you spill bong water tears filled with lost

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

[Thanks to [email protected] for lyrics]