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depressive tongue posse - dial up lyrics

[boy froot]

ziggin’ and zaggin’, the bodies i’m baggin’
i hit with the shotty that i’m always packin’
brand new bugati, not a station wagon
beats is so sloppy, my pants they be saggin’
draggin’ and gaggin’ the nearest b-tch next to me
she keep on naggin’, give her some ecstasy
modem is laggin’, dial up testin’ me
internet trials, binary complexities
00110101 53 blunts in my ashtray son
smoke ‘em all at once til the ash be done
bangin’ on a gun, in a flash you run

internet dial up, let the bodies pile up
drag ‘em to the trash, guns blast, man, it’s wild stuff

[sharxxx]

old–ss tower with the super disk drive
i’ma bootleg sh-t, i’ma do it all night
smokin’ that loud out a hookah pipe
fightin’ e-worms with my two best knifes
right-cl!ck, delete, when i’m done with files
information superhighway if you comin’ to ride
when my sh-t’s complete, ctrl/alt/delete
mane, all i do is hack like a jungle guide
and all i listen to is idm, cuz i’m a cyber-mind, so don’t virus scan
don’t even bother tryin’, you can’t find me man
i’m ejectin’ quake iii out yer ibm
5 on a sack, bout to hack the f-ckin’ sprawl
neuro-marilyn-mancer i’m after yo soul
56k on my modem and my roll
‘bout to show these f-ckin’ hoes how i fire at ya wall

i’m really sorry folks…the presentation should be running. i just got a new operating system, windows 95…

“try typing cis . edit exe!”

thank you…

“try…”(inaudible)

[boy froot]

aol, online b-tch, i’m loggin’ in
takin’ out yo spine, i realign the bones up in yo skin
facebook and mysp-ce and twitter and instagram
come back to my place and i’m ‘bout to get it in
can’t look at my face cuz i’m always hidden in
hoodies and masks and swisher sweet wraps
black body bags, i’m blockin’ the ads
b-ss always knockin’, it’s shakin’ the dash
if i’m not mistaken, that b-tch has got crabs
hearts get to breakin’, they riches to rags
i’m makin’ money, that b-tch actin’ funny
and when she get runnin’, she ‘bout to be bl–dy
goin’ all out and i start to look sc-mmy
internet route, signal get muddy
hackin’ the server and makin’ you nervous
attack you on purpose and now you feel worthless
imagine the hurtin’ i’d put on a person
comp-ssion is thrown out the door when i’m lurkin’
actions speak harder than words that are spoken
i’m mackin’ on b-tches, my weed is so potent
stackin’ them riches, yo emails i open
i know all the details, yo p-ssword is broken

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