You get mad at napster lyrics

Artist  : Princess superstar 
Song : 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