Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song You Get Mad at Napster , by - Princess Superstar. Release date: 03.12.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
You Get Mad at Napster |
| Please don’t mess with me, I’ll spit you out like you were Sunny D |
| Did you really think you could be mean baby? |
| Listen, this next part is key |
| You play a lot of Nintendo, smoke Endo |
| As far as men go, when ya gonna hit a crescendo |
| And throw Super Mario and Atari out the window? |
| Now, we have something in common |
| You’re lactose intolerant I’m wack host intolerant |
| Stop talkin about smackin crack hoes you’re in college apologies accepted |
| I might have left lyrical holes in your mind |
| You’ll fill it later with Cable or Hot 97 |
| Or Taco-Bell-n applyin, you wanna play? |
| Fine |
| Play-doh, roll you through a machine until you come out in little strings |
| I’m obscene I really could eat like 5 Krispy Kremes |
| Like when they’re hot-Like 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 hot — like all my tracks are hot |
| Stop going on AOL chat to try to find friends |
| Yeah everyone likes you because you said you were tall, slim and |
| Liked Dre over Ren, Cage over Em |
| Rage over them, Bahamadia over Lil' Kim |
| I had no idea you been down with hip-hop since you were ten |
| You were out ya playpen rubbin Barbie |
| All over Ken and marveling over your carving |
| Of Led Zeppelin in your desk in ya den |
| I’m hittin 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 Darth Vader |
| I’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 hair |
| Wear a boober shirt work at Hooters |
| In your underwear look like Mr. Hooper I don’t care |
| I was nice to you originally what I’m doin |
| Is gonna ruin you like Druid ruins hear the crowd booin naturally |
| Actually this is a big 'ol waste of my time |
| I would rather be home playing with my parakeets than making up this stupid |
| rhyme |
| I mean, I am a sensitive Pisces and I wouldn’t want to make you start cryin |
| Yeah start cryin |
| You get mad at Napster when nobody’s even heard of you |
| I did a search on your name and came up with 1 result |
| It was your computer, you’re a loser |
| Lame, your screen name pseudo hip-hop sounding |
| Lingo mixed up lowercase/capital letters |
| What you think this is Bingo? |
| I got singles out already |
| People know my name in discerning circles from New York to LA |
| While you earn Colonels jerk 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 title |
| Nobody trades 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 step off |
| Why you think I get deals from record labels you get deals from drug dealers |
| Unappealing insincere won’t eat Happy Meals |
| You spill bong water like tears filled with lost fear |
| Do acid and beer and trip out on how your queer |
| Little beard looks so weird in the mirror man |
| Guitar noodlin and patchouli let me teach you Ital-go Fongule |
| When I was in high school I’d a thought you were so fuckin cool |
| Anyway 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 lunch |
| Go get signed to Ruffhouse go away |
| Bid on eBay for a stuffed Mickey Mouse in a mug |
| A sticky handcuffed pic of buff Courtney 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 that stuff: |
| A cup that Princess Superstar once drank out of |