Artist: Super Paul & John Andrew
Song:  The Internets
Album: Oh Fer Ril?
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I-N-T-E-R-N-E-T-S (x4)


[John Andrew]

The internets! Ay yo it's serious business. 
I call it the internets ... it's technically correct. 
There's military, government, so don't forget 'bout siprnet.  
(Will it fit on my diskette?) 
Ay yo, your reso's down with no effects. 
You need clarity 
Like hard drives need parity 
I'll raid you **** WoWers 
in one thrust, de-flowered.
My avatar's too hard 
I leveled up to mess you up purp you up like Exotar 
You stutt-tt-ered on Slash Dot like teen drivers clutch, pop. 
My flame war whores pasted jscript and wreck shop. (So what's this? ...)  
ay yo its serious business 
My facebook **** cleared my Amazon wish list 
I spit this online like in real life I swing chicks 
To all you stupid newbies.  
My girlfriend is Kreuk 
Yo I got chat logs to prove it.

[Hook]
I-N-T-E-R-N-E-T-S (x6)

[Super Paul]
Yo.  I'm so ill; the whole net'll tell you I'm sick.
My profile states that I got a big ...
Six point five terabyte drive, hyper bright case light
Screen in the face read my fan speed just right.
Just like... my dual GPUs.
Postin' high scores with my PC-Mark tools.
And you fools and punk kids, ought'a do what i did
Band hands together like my SLI Bridge.
I'm Super Paul.  You ain't got a shot at all.
Homey, open Firefox, read about it on my blog.
A-S-P Dot N-E-T... Compatibility via W-3.
Don't test me sucka, I'm so mean.
Quick to hit ya with a B-S-O-D.
Macking on your sister while I'm hackin' through your system
Causin' massive packet losses as I'm taxing your connection.
Oh did I forget to mention,
Maxing out the benchin'
Guns dispatch ya' henchmen to an alternate dimension.
So yoked...
You think I'm jokin'?  I'm not.
Black belts give you mad welts wit' karate chops.
And I got four, so... do you really want more?
Air-soft automatic in my car door.
...no thanks wanksta, I'm so damn gangsta.
See me in the streets with my do'rag backwards.
Chillin' on the corner slangin' sacks of aspirin
Rollin' with my black friends, you can just ax'em.
I'm serious. I'm the best in the biz.
Front row at the webbies; the winner is...

[Hook]
I-N-T-E-R-N-E-T-S (x6)

[John Andrew]
I'll bring you down like the digg effect with no dugg mirror 
First you struggle, then you're farked, and there ain't nothin' to see here. 
Yeah I bust forum mods, they’re compulsive sticklers 
But you know who else displayed neurotic tendencies?  HITLER! 
That’s all right, cuz I still got wind 
Flowing through a little window in my mama’s basement
I could overhaul OHHLA in an hour for fun 
And I once coded jpegs using zeros and ones. 
With the other hand playing CC3 
With your mother on google talk perpetually 
I Rebooted my Apache using heel, ball, and toes 
And I photoshopped some bigger titties using my nose.

[Super Paul]
and I'm-a tell you somethin' bro-seph... you better take no-tice
I'm so fresh, so def, keepin' microphones blessed.
Sassy macintosh music's leavin' me tone deaf.
Code reds when I blaze up leavin' you stone dead
You're mad left... so far from right.
Call me mighty whitey rhymin' tightly all damn night.
I'm from the streets chump. I ride the front side bus
Once your girl stands up, there'll be room on my nuts
For you... AND ya' crew.  Movin' on to John Andrew...
Can't rap for ****, but slangin' beats you could jam to.
(That's true.)  Super Paul, smashin' you hoes.
Bus-i-ness, ser-i-ous, and if ya' don't, now you know.

[Hook]
I-N-T-E-R-N-E-T-S (x6)