Chamillionaire - Internet Nerd's Argue lyrics
Sup, Charlie? Sup, man? Nothin', chillin', watchin' 'Makin' The Band' Dude, your mother's makin' somethin' That smells wonderful, man, yeah, Happy New Year, man Man, I didn't have anywhere to go So I'd just figured I bring my sleepin' bag over an' You wanna do some net surfin'? Yeah, sounds like a date, I mean that'd be great Ha, ha, cool I'm on All-hip-hop dot com, it's the end of the year Chamillionaire got one of the best mixtapes upon here Maybe I'm hallucinatin' or the screen isn't clear I click on every link on him an' never like what I hear I just hope he disappears I hope he disappears too Matter fact I hope a grave is where he disappears too Tell me, how come you don't like him? Naw, I don't like him 'cause you don't like him How 'bout we post it all over the net? I'll do the typin' He drops his new songs, the DJ's don't drop bombs They don't even notice him on This-Is-50 dot com 50, he's one of the greats, Chamillionaire is not one Make it look like suicide, he just slid his watch on Ha, ha, that would be great, plus his album's droppin' late When his Venom album drops, I'm gon' rub it in his face I think he should ask God for forgiveness like he's Mase 'Cause his 'Mixtape Messiah' series' the mixtapes that I hate I hear he's droppin' part eight No, he's not, he's on seven All these mixtapes he's droppin' is really gettin' upsettin' I saw it on his Myspace Man, who the heck you tellin'? I was on his Myspace 'cause I was just about to get him, man Get him? Yeah, chill, why the heck you yellin'? I was only on his page so I can see how much he sellin' Well, why the heck he sellin'? They're supposed to be free Anyone who buys anything from him's a dummy Yeah, all he ever talks about is candy paint an' money An' how is kickers in his trunk, kick it like it's Chung Lee How he gotta keep it Triller like Pimp C an' Bun B An' his alligator seats, they were caught by Dundee How the heck you know his lyrics man, what are you, a dweep? Man, please, I hardly even know my ABC's All he does is motivate me to try to get the G's Every other rapper raps about how they got eighty keys An' that's more appealin' to me than his chatter Man, what's your mom cookin'? Man, it don' even matter Why the heck you gettin' mad if you sayin' it doesn't matter? Actin' like a little girl who just got beaten an' battered? 'Cause I'm really startin' to think that you're an undercover fan Not a undercover nothin', I'm a over-cover Stan I call the station up an' try to get his records, man Well okay, I believe you an' my mother's makin' Spam Man, damn, why you don't have no Christmas cheer? Christmas already done pa**ed, plus the Grinch lives here You don't like who I'm a-like, then you can disappear Take your purple iPod an' get up out my chair You'll, you just mad 'cause Soulja Boy kilt is here Soulja Boy ain't gonna run hip-hop this year, you queer Soulja Boy got a cartoon Do I look like I care? He gets paid by YouTube Do you think that's fair? I don't care if you're mad or not, I'm hopin' that Aster Roth Drops somethin' that's hot enough to knock Eminem's album off You shouldn't even talk, you're makin' me wanna puke Keep mentionin' people that I think are really just a fluke Stop, they'll never reach the top, I'm not havin' it That's one hot album every never year's averagin' Wait for Charles Hamilton, tell me who's gon' damage him What'chu mean Charles Hamliton? Who the heck's Charles Hamilton? Dude, I told you but you must have forgot Crooked I's gonna come out an' take everyone's spot Everyone is gonna flop when Aftermath is on top Just stop, Eminem an' Doctor Dre won't drop Charlie, please, you're a dweep, you're not even in the streets You're not in the streets either 'cause you're always here with me Yeah, but at least I got homies that know me in the streets An' they know who Joe Buddens is an' Joel Ortiz Who? Royce 5'9 an' little more Kanyee's I thought you said you didn't like album's with rappers try'na sing I never told you such a thing, I never told you such a thing I listen to T-Pain No, you don't, man, please What'cha mean? I never said that, that's not true I'm on SOHH dot com more than you I'm on Hip-hop-D-X Man, I'm on Baller Status Ooh, I'm on Nah-Right dot com an' that's to just to name a few That's the only thing you do, you're a stand' for Lil Wayne Man, Charlie, you're lame, you don't even know a thang We were on hip-hop game the other night, you didn't complain (Ahh, both of ya'll shut up) Ah, mother, you're insane (Are you talkin' back to mommy? Put food in your tummy) Man, why I gotta eat mom? I'm not even hungry Man, I am I'm surfin' on the net, wait a sec, I'll be there Look here Wait, you act like you can't hear (Boy, don't you make me embarra** you, dear) Mom, stop' please, you're hurtin' my ear (Come here) Ahh, ah