Disconnect [f.YTCracker & The Former Fat Boys]
Quelle: Spotify
[Intro: Beefy]
You are now logged on
To the motherfucking greatness
[Hook: Beefy]
D-i-s-c-o-n-n-e-c-t
Baby can’t you see
Without the net yo this mc
Just might go on a killing spree
Woooo!
I lost the Internet
Woooo!
I hate the disconnect
[Verse 1: Beefy]
Morning yornin’, wake on up
Cause I know my inbox all filled up
Grip the mouse, turn on the screen
404 windows looking back at me
Now hmmmm what could this be?
Status: Connected on LAC
But MySpace refuses to load
I pray that it’s just being s-s-slow
Hit the garage, reset the router
Call it a rooter for short time laughter
Then back to my seat I sit
So I can download brand new beats and shit
But no, seems that my life is cursed
And I only have an hour before I have to work
Gotta check out Hipster, Please goddamnit
Coke can, find it, grab it, slam it
Wikipedia entries to edit
And read blogs of peeps that are way more pathetic
But I’m stuck in the stone age now
Mesozoic area, T-Rexs abound
Without those tubes I’m clearly a wimp
Just wanna read comics on Digital Pimp
But the gods of the net are being a bitch
I’m throwing a fit, I refuse to submit dude
What would ytcracker do?
So I take off my pants, take pics in the nude
But how am I gonna post em up in the thread
No Internet? I’d rather be dead
Can’t log onto Skype. Can’t log on to AIM
And did I win my last fantasy football game?
Never been a fan of the disconnect
Charter Cable hates me, I get no respect!
[Hook](x2)
[Verse 2: YTCracker]
[?] the crib, yeah that's right where I live
Right where I live, where it all goes down
Around town, where you might see me round
But it's my crib, where I live, where it has to go down
Go down internet, go down showdown
That's a tap from a [?]
[Verse 3: Former Fat Boys]
[Hook](x2)
[Verse 4: Beefy]
Without the net I’m just some dude
With a condom and spermicidal lube
IRL I’m nobody
Basically my fame is a fantasy
Can’t leave the house, end up in a street fight
Just cause I’m all about the nerd life (word life)
Firefox is just where I belong
Without these the tubes I couldn’t write this song
So Heeeeey! Up for war driving?
Where I’m crying someone’s thriving
Sadly TC is full of hicks
And the people at the wifi spots are pricks
So my fat ass stays at the casa
And sadly moan my fallen master
And smoke another cigarette
And ask why I’m not famous yet
[Interlude: Beefy]
Alright, I know what you're thinking
You're thinking that "Beefy
Is clearly famous enough as it is"
But that's not true!
You see I want the kind of fame (and/or power)
To convince attractive young ladies
To send naked pictures of themselves to me
With my name written across their chest
That way I know I have reached
The pinnacle of fame that I have been looking for
[Verse 5: Beefy]
Off the point but I digress
But I’m still a big fan of some exposed breasts
I don’t own porn in a physical form
And there’s not much else to do when Beef is bored
Drop to my knees and I ask for some guidance
What can I do when the net is silenced?
Hardly a prophet, saw no vision
So I just lumbered on down to the kitchen
Watched Entourage and quoted Ari
Then spent good time with Katamari
Called friends who I knew partake
Then I got playstation, and we got baked
Napped after we played some slayer
And woke up several hours later
To my surprise and shock I found
That this piece of shit Internet’s still down!
[Hook(x3)]
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