Luyện nghe bài hát You Get Mad At Napster

Please don't mess with me spit you out like you were Sunny D
Did you really think you could be mean baby? Listen 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 something in common-You're lactose intolerant I'm wack intolerant
Stop talkin about smackin crack hoes you're in college apologies
I might have left lyrical holes in mind
You'll fill it later with 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 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 all my tracks are
hot
Stop going on AOL chat to try to find friends, yeah likes you because you said you
were tall, and
Liked Dre over Ren, over Em, Rage over them, Bahamadia over Lil' Kim
I had no idea you down with hip-hop since you were ten
You were out ya playpen Barbie all over Ken and marveling over your carving
Of Led Zeppelin in 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 Slayer while you a dater with Vader 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 underwear look like Mr. Hooper I care
I was nice to you originally what I'm doin is gonna ruin you like Druid ruins hear the
naturally
Actually is a big 'ol waste of my time
I would rather be home playing with my parakeets than making up this stupid
I mean, I am a Pisces and I wouldn't want to make you start cryin-Yeah start cryin
You get mad at Napster when even heard of you
I did a on your name and came up with 1 result-
It was your computer, a loser
Lame, your screen name pseudo hip-hop lingo mixed up lowercase/capital letters
What you think this is I got singles out already
People know my name in discerning from New York to LA
While you earn Colonels pay spurt on dirty curtains in a big shirt singin Hip Hop Hooray
You're idle I'm an idol you're not entitled I got a
Nobody your file chill child when I said I liked you I was just tired
Go occupy yourself for a while you're lost whatever just frick off, vile in denial just off
Why you think I get deals from record you get deals from drug dealers
Unappealing insincere eat Happy Meals you spill bong water like tears filled with lost

Do acid and and trip out on how your queer little beard looks so weird in the mirror man
noodlin 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 better than yours, its'
you think I would tell you so you can Instant Messenger me all day?
I don't think so I am very and right now I am eating lunch
Go get to Ruffhouse go away, bid on Ebay for a stuffed Mickey Mouse in a mug,
A sticky handcuffed pic of buff Love, one of Prince's aborted doves, a Jackson glove,
A blow up Peter Max pillow of Love, a diamond rug, or somethin worth more than all stuff:
A cup that Princess Superstar drank out of

[Thanks to [email protected] for lyrics]