Lord Infamous - Internet Whore lyrics

[Intro: DJ Paul] She got DSL, DSL n***a what that is? (Dick s**in lips) She got DSL, DSL n***a what that is? (Dick s**in lips) [Hook: DJ Paul] 2x I met her on MySpace Found her on Facebook Got head on Youp**n (Gave that a** a touch) She's an internet who*e, you can enter that who*e She's an internet who*e, you can enter that who*e [Verse 1: DJ Paul] I met her on MySpace, fell out of touch A couple of years later, right back to her on the Facebook She drove 5 hours, ATL to M-Town That's how I knew that f**in n' s**in was 'bout to go down She got in town, I told her "Meet me at the Starbucks" I know what'cha thinkin, why did I say the Starbucks What'chu be yellin's I be hatin it at the coffee shops, by the college They full of s**y b**hes with some knowledge Actin like they good girls, really they hard taste Typin on that PC, sippin on some Latte's Back to the story, she entered on in and I'm afraid (Lord have mercy) Cause she wasn't lookin like her homepage I'm thinkin now, like what the hell I'm supposed to do She was a hundred pounds bigger, with a old-school hair do Matters worse, I already took Viagra She got some big lips, I better make the best of her [Hook x2, DJ Paul] I met her on MySpace Found her on Facebook Got head on Youp**n (Gave that a** a touch) She's an internet who*e, you can enter that who*e She's an internet who*e, you can enter that who*e [Verse 2: Lord Infamous] Oh please-Oh please You homicidal b**h, won't you just stay away from me Quit breaking in my house Won't you just give me back my keys Quit sending n***as to try to beat up L-O-R-D You gonna make me catch a murder charge on these Lucy's You murder my baby mama's You tell 'em that they goners You wanna snatch my kids? Don't you know I'll k** you, b**h? You throw me right, and I will You gonna get me k**ed Quit throwin them damn bricks I'm tired of payin for his sh** Man I cannot get rid of this hideous b**h She won't leave the Infamous alone She said she bought her tone That's why she's on the phone She play on E and moan Or eat a yellow curse And man it's gettin worse That's why I wrote this verse She slipped the pinky condom. found out it's a piece of sh** Was huntin, f**ed her anyway, and now she pregnant I don't want a miniature of this b**h in a cradle Cause meetin who*es on MySpace nowadays is very fatal [Hook x2, DJ Paul] I met her on MySpace Found her on Facebook Got head on Youp**n (Gave that a** a touch) She's an internet who*e, you can enter that who*e She's an internet who*e, you can enter that who*e [Outro, DJ Paul] She got DSL, DSL n***a what that is? (Dick s**in lips) She got DSL, DSL n***a what that is? (Dick s**in lips)