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Fecha de emisión: 14.06.2017
Idioma de la canción: inglés
Comments Disabled |
Games, dude, yeah I beast on ‘em |
Sega too yeah I beat Sonic |
In my day-to-day |
I stay playin' bae |
They be hatin' me cause I’m me, sorry |
Tickled pink like I’m Majin Buu |
Call me Cage |
Take your pick |
Nick, Lucas, and Johnny too |
I do a split then I’ll break your dick |
But in real life |
I’m real nice |
Just flexin' hard |
Cuz I feel like |
I been holding back about all the flack |
And online attacks got me real tight |
You want to preach about Gamergate? |
Let’s reconvene at a later date |
You really wishin' someone would listen |
Now take a seat and some Gatorade |
You are so parched on the internet |
Got no regard I’m not feelin' cats |
Who leave crazy comments |
They actin' jaundiced |
And way too fond of inventing facts |
They leave rape threats in your mentions |
They get big ups from they henchmen |
When you kick ‘em out they make new accounts |
That are fake like some extensions, I’m thinking |
You should invest in collecting a best friend |
Who won’t let you press send |
To someone you just met through Twitter or Sirius XM |
They’re letting me have it |
And yeah they can pray for my absence |
Through they habit of being an abscess |
They be making me cash through my AdSense |
Sorry I’m not on right now |
I’m logging off the internet |
Leave a message I won’t call you back |
Hit me up at 607−342−481 |
Who hurt you? |
Did you have an early curfew? |
Had a crush but you wasn’t in they purview? |
Had nobody you could turn to? |
Did it not occur to you that I’m an Urkel? |
Yeah—I wanna be the same team |
Seems like we excited by the same things |
Still, I would never type scathing crazy |
Hate to a page that I can’t dig |
Or are you one of those |
Who do it for the lulz? |
Do it for a high five |
From another troll? |
But then you wanna hide like playin' MMOs |
Cuz no-one ever knows who you are and it shows |
I’m sorry your life isn’t working out |
But I promise that typing a hurtful thought |
Will not solve any plight you’re concerned about |
And I’d honestly like for your curtain call, like |
Take a bow take a seat |
Thinking about the things you speak |
Why d’you wish to get me pissed? |
I’ll fire a blitz like Pistol Pete |
Your fandom’s expanding |
You’re feeling abandoned |
You think they are pandering |
So you throw a tantrum |
And hide like a phantom |
While holding us ransom |
With terrorist banter |
That you pass as candor |
You’re really a land bird |
From Chef Colonel Sanders—yeah! |
You’re writing a lot |
I disabled the comments |
I oughta say thanks for your antics |
Cuz if I think about it |
You took all the time |
To compose such a long-winded fanfic |
You’re doing more work than my fans kid… |
Sorry I’m not on right now |
I’m logging off the internet |
Leave a message I won’t call you back |
Hit me up at 607−342−481 |