[Intro] 607-342-481 607-342-481 607-342-481 607-342-4816 [Verse 1] Games, dude, yeah I beast on ‘em Sega too yeah I beat Sonic In my day-to-day I stay playin' bae They be hatin' me cause I'm me, sorry Tickled pink like I'm Majin Buu Call me Cage Take your pick Nick, Lucas, and Johnny too I do a split then I'll break your dick But in real life I'm real nice Just flexin' hard Cuz I feel like I been holding back about all the flack And online attacks got me real tight You want to preach about Gamergate? Let's reconvene at a later date You really wishin' someone would listen Now take a seat and some Gatorade You are so parched on the internet Got no regard I'm not feelin' cats Who leave crazy comments They actin' jaundiced And way too fond of inventing facts They leave rape threats in your mentions They get big ups from they henchmen When you kick ‘em out they make new accounts That are fake like some extensions, I'm thinking You should invest in collecting a best friend Who won't let you press send To someone you just met through Twitter or Sirius XM They're letting me have it And yeah they can pray for my absence Through they habit of being an abscess They be making me cash through my AdSense [Hook] Sorry I'm not on right now I'm logging off the internet Leave a message I won't call you back Hit me up at 607-342-481 607-342-4816 607-342-4816 [Verse 2] Who hurt you? Did you have an early curfew? Had a crush but you wasn't in they purview? Had nobody you could turn to? Did it not occur to you that I'm an Urkel? Yeah—I wanna be the same team Seems like we excited by the same things Still, I would never type scathing crazy Hate to a page that I can't dig Or are you one of those Who do it for the lulz? Do it for a high five From another troll? But then you wanna hide like playin' MMOs Cuz no-one ever knows who you are and it shows I'm sorry your life isn't working out But I promise that typing a hurtful thought Will not solve any plight you're concerned about And I'd honestly like for your curtain call, like Take a bow take a seat Thinking about the things you speak Why d'you wish to get me pissed? I'll fire a blitz like Pistol Pete Your fandom's expanding You're feeling abandoned You think they are pandering So you throw a tantrum And hide like a phantom While holding us ransom With terrorist banter That you pa** as candor You're really a land bird From Chef Colonel Sanders—yeah! You're writing a lot I disabled the comments I oughta say thanks for your antics Cuz if I think about it You took all the time To compose such a long-winded fanfic You're doing more work than my fans kid... [Hook] Sorry I'm not on right now I'm logging off the internet Leave a message I won't call you back Hit me up at 607-342-481 607-342-4816 607-342-4816