I LOVE THE INTERNET lyrics

[Intro: Yaux]
Trap-a-holics mixtapes, I wanna see you bleed
Yeah
Welcome to Gore Street, watch your f*cking back

[Chorus: Yaux]
f*ck your image, why you broke but throwing racks up?
Seeing you makes me wanna share a toaster with my bathtub
Why'd your parents go and f*ck and push out a disaster?
Spitting out excuses but it's too late, that sh*t don't matter

[Verse 1: Yaux]
All of you the same, all you f*ck-boy's unoriginal
Living life so digital, go touch grass, ain't liveable
Retardation clinical, all you seem so miserable
You won't find sh*t if you look up individual
Flashing sticks and sucking di*k and talking sh*t, uh-huh, uh-huh
Crash the whip and hit that lick and take a rip, uh-huh, uh-huh
All you talk the same, like you just got shot in the brain
Your mental just be fried like Cane's and lookin' for someone to blame

[Bridge: Yaux]
But it's only you and you dug your grave
And your time is due for your soul to take
You got a lot to prove and even more to make
You gotta get your move on, cut the brakes
You a joke, uh, you a joke
[Chorus: Yaux]
f*ck your image, why you broke but throwing racks up?
Seeing you makes me wanna share a toaster with my bathtub
Why'd your parents go and f*ck and push out a disaster?
Spitting out excuses but it's too late, that sh*t don't matter (Gore Street)

[Verse 2: Craig Scissorhands]
I walk in this b*tch like I'm Jason Statham
How they talking sh*t but won't admit I made 'em?
Hand out? I'ma leave him hangin'
Saw his b*tch sucking di*k and now he hangin'
Gore Street, I'm outside wit' it
Hands on the pole, yeah, I slide wit it
I hate the internet, you pedos needa go outside and get some real life b*tches
19 in this b*tch, actin' like you still in preschool
bast*rds in my DMs overdose, I bet you feel cool
Yeah, I left that sh*t 'cause you muhf*ckers don't got a sand grain of respect
I swear if a screen ain't seperate me from you, I would have my hands up on your neck
The way you think it's quirky to be retarded really messes with me
I could care less about this b*tch but she still sexin' with me
Rearrange his teeth just like a dentist if he steppin' to me
I keep birthing kids that jack my swag, I need a vasectomy

[Chorus: Yaux]
f*ck your image, why you broke but throwing racks up?
Seeing you makes me wanna share a toaster with my bathtub
Why'd your parents go and f*ck and push out a disaster?
Spitting out excuses but it's too late, that sh*t don't matter
[Outro: Yaux]
That sh*t don't matter
That sh*t don't matter