Beefy - Disconnect lyrics

[Intro: Beefy] You are now logged on To the motherf**ing greatness [Hook: Beefy] D-i-s-c-o-n-n-e-c-t Baby can't you see Without the net yo this mc Just might go on a k**ing spree Woooo! I lost the Internet Woooo! I hate the disconnect [Verse 1: Beefy] Morning yornin', wake on up Cause I know my inbox all filled up Grip the mouse, turn on the screen 404 windows looking back at me Now hmmmm what could this be? Status: Connected on LAC But MySpace refuses to load I pray that it's just being s-s-slow Hit the garage, reset the router Call it a rooter for short time laughter Then back to my seat I sit So I can download brand new beats and sh** But no, seems that my life is cursed And I only have an hour before I have to work Gotta check out Hipster, Please goddamnit Coke can, find it, grab it, slam it Wikipedia entries to edit And read blogs of peeps that are way more pathetic But I'm stuck in the stone age now Mesozoic area, T-Rexs abound Without those tubes I'm clearly a wimp Just wanna read comics on Digital Pimp But the gods of the net are being a b**h I'm throwing a fit, I refuse to submit dude What would ytcracker do? So I take off my pants, take pics in the nude But how am I gonna post em up in the thread No Internet? I'd rather be dead Can't log onto Skype. Can't log on to AIM And did I win my last fantasy football game? Never been a fan of the disconnect Charter Cable hates me, I get no respect! [Hook](x2) [Verse 2: YTCracker] [?] the crib, yeah that's right where I live Right where I live, where it all goes down Around town, where you might see me round But it's my crib, where I live, where it has to go down Go down internet, go down showdown That's a tap from a [?] [Verse 3: Former Fat Boys] [Hook](x2) [Verse 4: Beefy] Without the net I'm just some dude With a condom and s**micidal lube IRL I'm nobody Basically my fame is a fantasy Can't leave the house, end up in a street fight Just cause I'm all about the nerd life (word life) Firefox is just where I belong Without these the tubes I couldn't write this song So Heeeeey! Up for war driving? Where I'm crying someone's thriving Sadly TC is full of hicks And the people at the wifi spots are pricks So my fat a** stays at the casa And sadly moan my fallen master And smoke another cigarette And ask why I'm not famous yet [Interlude: Beefy] Alright, I know what you're thinking You're thinking that "Beefy Is clearly famous enough as it is" But that's not true! You see I want the kind of fame (and/or power) To convince attractive young ladies To send naked pictures of themselves to me With my name written across their chest That way I know I have reached The pinnacle of fame that I have been looking for [Verse 5: Beefy] Off the point but I digress But I'm still a big fan of some exposed breasts I don't own p**n in a physical form And there's not much else to do when Beef is bored Drop to my knees and I ask for some guidance What can I do when the net is silenced? Hardly a prophet, saw no vision So I just lumbered on down to the kitchen Watched Entourage and quoted Ari Then spent good time with Katamari Called friends who I knew partake Then I got playstation, and we got baked Napped after we played some slayer And woke up several hours later To my surprise and shock I found That this piece of sh** Internet's still down! [Hook(x3)]