f*ck the Internet lyrics

[Intro Scratches:]
After we get all that technical stuff out of the way
We'll hop online and check out some of the amazing things you can do
Out there in cyber space
Dial up
Log in
I'm on the net
I thought you were gonna teach me how to get on the Internet
You're right I better explain

[Verse 1: Snak the Ripper]
Yeah
They trynna drop a pin on my location
Hit me with some pop up, some polling information
Driving me insane with these push notifications
Send me corny meme posts to get me motivation
Man, opinions ain't sh*t when they hide behind a keyboard
Attach a wire from my modem to a brick of C4
Your mama on a webcam, I spam in her inbox
She ugly when I'm sober, I don't notice after ten shots
Rappers buying fake fans and lying on the mic
f*cking staring at their Instagram and crying over likes
Well I'm trying not to LOL
They trolling on my Spotify
Loading up the Google map to find the perfect spot to die
All these advertisements trynna make me broke
The Internet need to learn how to take a joke
I just get mad love and these fakes get choked
'Cause nobody gives a f*ck about they Facebook posts, nope
[Scratches Chorus:]
f*ck, the Internet
f*ck, the Internet, the motherf*cking Internet
f*ck, the Internet
f*ck, the Internet, the motherf*cking Internet
How about that world wide web, f*ck that

[Verse 2: Ill Bill]
Yo, Snak told me f*ck the Internet
I told him I already did
Back when Myspace pus*y became a trendy thing
Before Tinder or Christian Mingle
Before the Craigslist killer
This sh*t was pretty simple
Till I sent a di*k pic to this b*tch that was batsh*t
Pretty pics, big tits but that b*tch was catfish
On Jdate she was the jewy Loni Anderson
Our date, she looked like Louie Anderson, damn son
So f*ck the Internet, you must be stupid
f*ck eHarmony to f*ck OkCupid
f*ck Photoshop and f*ck personal computers
Married to marijuana but always in search of Buddha
Met this new b*tch on my phone, she work for Uber
Snapchat cracker the proper taught maneuvers
Young and perverted, others prefer cougars
Give me a real life dime-piece, rocking a shirt from Hooters
Yeah
[Scratches Chorus:]
f*ck, the Internet
f*ck, the Internet, the motherf*cking Internet
f*ck, the Internet
f*ck, the Internet, the motherf*cking Internet
How about that world wide web, f*ck that

[Outro:]
f*ck, get off the f*cking phone, f*ck!
I'm trying to use the Internet