[Verse 1: Tim Cross]
As we go our separate ways and we meet our desperate days
When we see our single like as suicidal standards
I see you status I fathom a n***a grabbin' your a**
You dressin' up for him like it's a beauty pageant
Half the rappin' I stew describe the actions you do
Done being after you, I no longer care
Your long hair just means that you're a virus with attachments
If I don't like you, I'm a f*ggot, but look I'm done with that
You are just a f**ing virus
You are just a f**ing virus
I had Norton, but that sh** ain't help though
Tried to call for help though, and she broke my cellphone
Now she's on my ringtone, but she couldn't sing though
I just hit vibrate, every time in came on
And my hardware's f**edup. She could hardly care
I guess I'm soft there. I should be software
I got no developer, spittin' for the hell of it
I'm sure to her program I am of no relevance
Error 909, there're probably other digits
I fixed a lot of sh**, but this I can not figure
Ctrl+Alt+Delete ain't workin' for a n***a
Why call Geek Squad to help me with the b**hes? (b**hes)
Why call Geek Squad to help me with the b**hes?
She opened up a tab, and now I can't a escape her
Emitted vapors in the air, deleted all my favorites
Turned my bones to dust, and then my skin to paper;
After she was done, infected all my neighbors
I thought it was a virus. It's more like a plague
Cover up your neck cause she comin' for your head
Cover up your neck cause she comin' for your head
[Verse 2: NTHNG Pablo]
Comin' for your screen with a screw loose, wired up
Tired of getting minimized by girls that never liked me much
Such behaviors make it hard for me to give f**s
Stuck in Windows 98 instead of 7 (seven)
Can't afford 8, lost my disk for Vista
XP never appealed, I'd treat her like my sister
So I try to keep her up to date, cause she's what I care for
But I guess I can't 98 is full of errors
She is full of full of f**ing errors
She she she is, she is, full of f**ing errors
Searching for solutions on the internet forums
For us I see the issue as connection, I miss you
You never dial up, I guess you got wifi
And asked yourself why you're with a guy like I, sigh
I sort of wish that we could back up
Or made a backup, plan, incase you gave up
But I didn't so, now your just forgetting stuff
Like my birthday, and the fact that I hate my first name
But I love you. I only hate your operating system
Since it pushed me out your memory and keeps me at a distance
Tried to hit your start bu*ton but that that mission was impossible
Guess we'll restart, but that just seems improbable
I-I-I guess we'll restart, but that just seems improbable
[Hook: Both]
Seven-Seven on some Windows 98 sh**
Girls f**ed us over but none of them are rapists
Hope you know you'll get a song if you cross me
[NTHNG Pablo]
Good job Crossley. Yo, yo, yo, good job Crossley