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like La La Lisa
Shawty a DIVA swiping my VISA
She calls me a hero
Cuz I'm cool like that
All fax, No cap
Boli cha Piro
City filled with rats, you gotta

It's All About the Pentiums

Weird Al Yankovic

Running with Scissors

1999

You've got white-out all over your screen
You think your Commodore 64 is really neat-o
What kinda chip you got in there, a Dorito?
You're usin' a 286?

It's All About the Pentiums

Weird Al Yankovic

Saga Begins

2000

You've got white-out all over your screen
You think your Commodore 64 is really neat-o
What kinda chip you got in there, a Dorito?
You're usin' a 286?

[Verse 1]
Yo, I hate my boss
Dude think he know it all
And I know I know it all
But I follow protocol
Hope sit in the casket
Got me sittin' in

a minute, 'cause I was getting to the money
Came from the gutter like a bowling ball
Fuck niggas getting money still, that's the protocol
Yes sir, I'm

I Hate My Job

Cam'ron

The King of Ohio

2009

Uh.......yo
I hate my boss dude thinks he knows it all and I know I know it all but I follow protocol hope he sit in a casket got me sit in traffic

love or they hate you you'll never know it's over
All the anger and envy it seems to come from closest
Do they love or they hate you you'll never know

order dawg
So many cocaine transactions I don't recall
Was lit, tell the judge and the
Preacher presiding over y'all
Fuck the police protocol
We choppin'

Icky Vicky
She suck me sip me and lick me
They bussin but cannot hit me
In the cut like a buck 50
Protocols gettin risky
hustle hard like I’m nipsey
Over

stankin' from the last order dawg
So many cocaine transactions I don't recall
Was lit tell the judge and the preacher presiding over ya'll
Fuck the police

made a splash
Page on the internet in any subclass
No sendkeys, so the proggies are fast
All the tosers, and the mailers, and the phishes were mass
This,

had then an atheist perceive the godly

Recited tracks verbatim as a primary source of entertainment
Never-boring emporiums, poring over them til 4 am

Where the Blacktop Ends

Rhett Akins

Friday Night in Dixie

2002

Call me computer illiterate
Red neck dot com on the internet
I don't need it if I can't find it in my head

Just give me my pickup and a dip

(Yeah)
(Uh)
(Aye dis fax)
(Let's go)
It ain't no cap in my rap; I be stating the facts
The opp's talking trash had to get in my bag
Had to step out

Got a tax, got a fax
Got the bank book on your back
The clock's 'hittin three
Before you get to 'hittin the sack

Catch a train, catch a plane
Roll

Ah!

Playback,
Ketchup,
Brother,
Away!
Marshlellow,
O.K.
Michael Jackson...

Maclaren, bacon, greatest hits,
Fax modem, internet, puff, metal!
Tape

Throw your hands up, please
Born on the internet
Millennium of winners
Get the liquor and a rag
Cause we ain't drinking with the quitters yet
Shellboy

being male or being white
What's more I went to public school
I'm over 50. That ain't cool
We all know well that none of this is right

I am a privileged

Mensen zeggen dat ik cap, nee ik kill it
Self-made killer
Rap fax geen fixie
Ben een kandelaar, ik ben litty
En jij bent niks
Ik kom met gang, en we zijn

to remind em I ain't nothin' to play with
To them internet dudes over there talkin' that dumb s***
Youse a b****

Nel come with the slaps
Never stepped

pick your mans up
Posted up with Benz but you trapping out a Honda
Blowing up the internet feel like osama
Tryna back door me you gon meet a llama

My

got drugs to sell you)
Supa Black Man! (I fight for justice)
Supa Black Man! (But nobody would trust us)

Fuck's this internet? I never heard of it

offensive
My being male or being white
What's more I went to public school
I'm over 50. That ain't cool
We all know well that none of this is right

I am

Help, help, ik word hartstikke gek!
Ik communiceer mezelf over m'n nek
Een e-mailtje hier en een voicemailtje daar
Ik internet, bel en fax door