Текст песни Princess Superstar - You Get Me Mad at Napster
Princess Superstar - You Get Me Mad at Napster слова песни
Please don`t mess with me I`ll spit you out like you were Sunny DDid you really think you could be mean baby? Listen this next part is keyYou play a lot of Nintendo, smoke EndoAs far as men go, when ya gonna hit a crescendoand throw Super Mario and Atari out the window?Now, we have something in commonYou`re lactose intolerant I`m wack host intolerantStop talkin about smackin crack hoes you`re in college apologies acceptedI might have left lyrical holes in your mindYou`ll fill it later with Cable or Hot 97or Taco-Bell-n applyin, you wanna play? FinePlay-doh, roll you through a machine until you come out in little stringsI`m obscene I really could eat like 5 Krispy KremesLike when they`re hot-Like all my tracks are hot[Singing: repeat 2X]I`m hot, I`m hot, I`m hot, I`m hot, I`m hotI`m hot, I`m hot, I`m hot - like all my tracks are hotStop going on AOL chat to try to find friendsYeah everyone likes you because you said you were tall, slim andLiked Dre over Ren, Cage over EmRage over them, Bahamadia over Lil` KimI had no idea you been down with hip-hop since you were tenYou were out ya playpen rubbin Barbieall over Ken and marveling over your carvingOf Led Zeppelin in your desk in ya denI`m hittin mad skins you got bad skinGet rad skins for your MP3 player kid I`m a Real Player!Hard like Slayer while you a dater with Darth VaderI`m famous-later - I hang with both Ralph Nader and Roc Raida, OK?I swear I`m super you play boring Solitaire on your computer combed over hairWear a boober shirt work at Hootersin your underwear look like Mr. Hooper I don`t careI was nice to you originally what I`m doinis gonna ruin you like Druid ruins hear the crowd booin naturallyActually this is a big `ol waste of my timeI would rather be home playing with my parakeets than making up this stupid rhymeI mean, I am a sensitive Pisces and I wouldn`t want to make you start cryinYeah start cryinYou get mad at Napster when nobody`s even heard of youI did a search on your name and came up with 1 resultIt was your computer, you`re a loserLame, your screen name pseudo hip-hop soundinglingo mixed up lowercase/capital lettersWhat you think this is Bingo? I got singles out alreadyPeople know my name in discerning circles from New York to LAWhile you earn Colonels jerk pay spurton dirty curtains in a big shirt singin Hip Hop HoorayYou`re idle I`m an idol you`re not entitled I got a titleNobody trades your file chill child when I said I liked youI was just tiredGo occupy yourself for a while you`re lost whatever just frick offVile in denial just step offWhy you think I get deals from record labels you get deals from drug dealersUnappealing insincere won`t eat Happy MealsYou spill bong water like tears filled with lost fearDo acid and beer and trip out on how your queerlittle beard looks so weird in the mirror manGuitar noodlin and patchouli let me teach you Ital-go FonguleWhen I was in high school I`d a thought you were so fuckin coolAnyway as I was saying before my screen name is much better than yours, its` -----What you think I would tell you so you can Instant Messenger me all day?I don`t think so I am very important and right now I am eating lunchGo get signed to Ruffhouse go awayBid on eBay for a stuffed Mickey Mouse in a mugA sticky handcuffed pic of buff Courtney LoveOne of Prince`s aborted doves, a Jackson gloveA blow up Peter Max pillow of LoveA diamond rug, or somethin worth more than all that stuff:A cup that Princess Superstar once drank out of