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PC Speaker: Sit down and take five while I defrag your drive With Jack in the Box tacos and a dope G5 If you bought MySpace Records Volume 1 I'm gonna shoot you in the face with my Internet gun My hard drive is huge, MP3s are external Back up off the urinal and write in my LiveJournal At the 'puter all night cause my life is nocturnal Data backup assures that my porn is eternal "You crazy," that's what all those bitches got to say So I whip it out and post a pic in my LJ Friends only cause I don't want my Mom to see If she saw, she'd cut off the Internet and cable TV But I don't give a fuck about those Internet hoes I gotta cut 'em off before they want to propose 'Cause the herpes isn't covered by my HMOs Deleted from my buddy list and that's how it goes Motherboard: Futuristic Sex Robotz, always on the scene And we'll heat up your case just like an Athlon XP We don't have no love for the Internet skeeze 'Cause our PayPal accounts are overflowing with green Coaxke: Trippin balls in bathroom stalls Letras de cancionesWaitin for a fine-ass bitch to call The THC hits my CPU And I'm chasin after dimes like an Orthodox Jew Plug and Play a bitch, I'm a player bitch Like some virus shit, countin website hits My Punisher fan grill is illin When I see you on the street, your shit will be spillin, I'll infect you with Sasser and MS Blaster, Pop-ups be poppin up faster and faster, I master a DAT tape full of raw raps, perhaps My shit make your whole crew collapse All you hackers, who gettin on my case Coaxke is here, and I'll reformat your fuckin face PC Speaker: Sit back, 'cause I got a little story to tell And no I'm not talkin about no AOL I'm talkin about how Firefox saved me from browser hell While I was usin Internet Explorer on my DSL Firefox 0.3, it spoke to me It said "I'll make your life better than you ever could dream I'll get rid of all those pop-ups for free MP3s And I'll blow spyware's head off while it's down on its knees" PC Speaker: Yo, if you were spyware, you can't hear this shit anymore because you're fuckin dead, motherfucker. We bustin up the block with our iced out modded cases and 120mm Punisher fan-grills, motherfucker, and if your Mom talks shit to us, we'll kill her and burn her in a motherfuckin van, motherfucker, and write about that shit in our LiveJournals, motherfucker, and if you want somethin crazy, like pineapple, fuck you, we'll kill you motherfucker. From Letras Mania