my space is another human race
an internet wasteland that spans for days
addictive as hell get hooked in the fray
adding friends is your fix and its time to play
but whats the true stor-ay, behind this phenomenon
with the full foray, into the pits the abdomen
its murky out there, predators and addicts they robbin em
friends and artists, sending requests ad homonem
they fake and they keep sendin no way of stopping them
and even if you find a way of droppin them
models and the opposite sex you coppin them
they got thousands of friends you aint choppin them
up, in real life only chance would be stalkin em
hoes and whores out there you hawkin them?
lesbians, hotties clear signs they aint courting men
we'll trade pics she says, but clearly the disproportions in
there aint that many attractive lesbians its distortin think!
men pretending to be women just to gain some whores new pics
its a strange world out there and I just cant live it
need to pull myself away but I just cant give in
and those endless bulletins and the senseless bitchin
ya numbers are high but I think you are just fishin
is it really that bad or am i just trippin
damn just got another request..real person? naa just hopeful thinkin
sinking in so much self promotion makes ya wanna vomit
wishin the world hadent gone mad cause damn that **** is toxic
its a long list of girls that wanna party, but can they spell? hardly
i'll keep my common sense, you keep poppin them pills drinkin the bacardi
feeding off the carcass of the rotting mind
browsin myspace makes you sick but theres no ****ing signs (1 more time)
feeding off the carcass of the rotting mind
browsin myspace makes you sick but theres no ****ing signs