Princess Superstar You get mad at Napster Lyrics:
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
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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
Lyrics: You get mad at Napster, Princess Superstar [end]