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**h 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-a** tower with the Super Disk drive I'ma bootleg sh**, I'ma do it all night Smokin' that loud out a hookah pipe Fightin' E-worms with my two best knifes Right-click, delete, when I'm done with files Information superhighway if you comin' to ride When my sh**'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**in' Sprawl Neuro-Marilyn-Mancer I'm after yo soul 56K on my modem and my roll ‘Bout to show these f**in' 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**h, I'm loggin' in Takin' out yo spine, I realign the bones up in yo skin Facebook and Myspace 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 Ba** always knockin', it's shakin' the dash If I'm not mistaken, that b**h has got crabs Hearts get to breakin', they riches to rags I'm makin' money, that b**h actin' funny And when she get runnin', she ‘bout to be bloody Goin' all out and I start to look scummy 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 Compa**ion is thrown out the door when I'm lurkin' Actions speak harder than words that are spoken I'm mackin' on b**hes, my weed is so potent Stackin' them riches, yo emails I open I know all the details, yo pa**word is broken