Luyện nghe bài hát You Get Mad At Napster

Please don't mess me I'll spit you out like you were Sunny D
Did you really you could be mean baby? Listen this next part is key,
You a lot of Nintendo, smoke Endo
As far as men go, when ya gonna hit a crescendo and Super Mario and Atari out the window?
Now, we have in common-You're lactose intolerant I'm wack host intolerant
Stop about smackin crack hoes you're in college apologies accepted
I might have left holes in your mind
You'll fill it later with Cable or Hot 97 or Taco-Bell-n applyin, you wanna play?
Play-doh, roll you through a until you come out in little strings
I'm obscene I could eat like 5 Krispy Kremes
Like they're hot-Like 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
going 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 them, Bahamadia over Lil' Kim
I had no you been down with hip-hop since you were ten
You out ya playpen rubbin Barbie all over Ken and marveling over your carving
Of Led Zeppelin in your in ya den
I'm hittin mad skins you got bad get rad skins for your MP3 player kid I'm a Real Player!
Hard Slayer while you a dater with Darth Vader I'm famous-later-
I hang with both Ralph and Roc Raida, OK?
I swear I'm super you play Solitaire on your computer combed over hair
Wear a boober shirt work at Hooters in underwear look like Mr. Hooper I don't care
I was nice to you originally what I'm doin is ruin you like Druid ruins hear the crowd
naturally
Actually is a big 'ol waste of my time
I would rather be home playing my parakeets than making up this stupid rhyme
I mean, I am a sensitive and I wouldn't want to make you start cryin-Yeah start cryin
You get mad at Napster when nobody's even of you
I did a on your name and came up with 1 result-
It was computer, you're a loser
Lame, your screen name pseudo hip-hop sounding mixed up lowercase/capital letters
What you 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 dirty curtains in a big singin Hip Hop Hooray
You're I'm an idol you're not entitled I got a title
Nobody trades your file chill child when I said I you I was just tired
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 labels you get deals from drug dealers
Unappealing insincere won't eat Happy Meals you spill bong water like tears filled 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 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 better yours, its' -----
What you I would tell you so you can Instant Messenger me all day?
I don't so I am very important and right now I am eating lunch
Go get signed to Ruffhouse go away, bid on Ebay for a Mickey Mouse in a mug,
A sticky handcuffed pic of buff Courtney Love, one of Prince's doves, a Jackson glove,
A blow up Peter Max pillow of Love, a diamond rug, or somethin more than all that stuff:
A cup that Princess once drank out of

[Thanks to [email protected] for lyrics]