Yo yo yo yo yo
What's the password.. password..
Yo yo yo
You know the password.. password..
I know it, password is +Detonator+
Let me type it in real quick: "Welcome!"
Aight, let's check this: "You've got mail!"
Word up, bust it
[Verse One]
The internet's your medium of choice
cause nobody really wants to hear your corny ass voice
You ain't a MC just because you could type
On the mic in real life your ass'll get sniped
You a man with a mouse who can't rock the house
Jerkin off to gay porn while wearin your girl's blouse
You know you never seen no real life fame
So you're lookin for some recognition through a screen name
(No doubt) No threat, y'all ain't the pro set
Rappin ten years and not a paid show yet
I love to get online and shine and drop bombs
but my music can be found on more than dot coms (word up)
Your website gets a whole lot of hits (right)
but in the real world son you ain't sayin shit
Cats run they mouth on AOL
but everytime they drop a twelve inch, they don't sell
You love the anonymnity, you hide behind the shadow
Always tryin to get someone to chatroom battle
Cryin cause heads only rhyme one syllable
Who made the rule you gotta use every millisec
because it's fillable?
I'ma snatch your webmaster, break both his legs
Post it on your site, format it as .jpeg's
Rip you on your own site and sign your guestbook
then go into your chatroom and leave the rec shook
What percent of these rappers can compete? (Nil)
Reboot they whole shit, control-alt-delete
Yo, you can have a PC and a Mac
but you internet MC's can't see AK
{*vocal scratching*}
If a rapper try to diss.. wh-wh-when you online
I ahh I ahh crush the motherfucker
Rapper try to diss.. wh-eh-wh-eh-wh-eh-when you online
