world wide web

Lyrics

you've got mail, woo, check the wifi, call your internet provider, grab a lighter, smoke a fire in this bitch until we quite high, got the k-9 unit barking at me every single motherfucking time that i'ma ride by, yeah, hit the pedal yelling "bye bye!", but if y'all really want beef, i'ma get on uber eats, turn this bitch into a five guys, tell 'em i'll chow down, a tyrannosaurus rex every time i take a step, it be followed by a loud sound, make a motherfucker bow down, when they see my silhouette through tinted windows at around town, i'm a goddamn genius, the word's over their head like a meme and shit, i'll use a motherfucker's name, never sneak a diss, i'm never scared, bone crusher, never plead the fifth, too many checks to count, when i factor in the next amount. shit i'ma need to get a tenth account, i'm all over the web, call me wreck-it-ralph, so if they try'na pop up i'ma x them out, but i ain't left the house in days, and i'm still all in your face, on a website, because web's sight is 20/20 get on web's page, bitch, i'm here to stay, better tell them that i'm here now, i'm the antidote, one of the rawest on the whole damn atlantic coast, and somebody beating me up in this motherfucking ring, that's like donald trump winning the hispanic vote, i'll bum rush the game, saying "motherfucker, what's my name?", yeah, cloth isn't cut the same, i'll be spitting 'til i bust a vein, now tell me what's my name?, what's my name? what?, it's w, w, w, dot, it's worldwide web and i'm gunning for the top, it's w, w, w, dot, yeah, it's worldwide web, motherfucker, and i'm coming for your spot, yelling "fuck your feelings", yeah, my aim on point i don't care what the fuck y'all feeling, yeah it's worldwide web, woo, hit the log in, you got motherfucking mail, leave a trail of the breadcrumbs everywhere i'm walking, hansel and gretel with a touch of heavy metal and some late 90s rap in my walkman, tell 'em i will never soften, i ran through your place, put hands on your face like i, listen, i go hard for weeks with dope bars, repeat, any hater in my way, control, alt, delete, call me worldwide web, a christian bourdain, all i do is board planes, i wrote off the seats as a business expense, sick when i flip my sentence, i rip shit, spit tremendous, and cock back and swing with the fists of vengeance, relentless, everybody in attendance gon' see, you don't wan' be fucking with me, rule so fucking deep, you'd think we under the seats, yeah with the punches that'll buckle your knees, you would think you watching the wwe, come and you'll see, listen, i be coming correct, throw your chips down, man fuck it, i'ma double your bet, shit i'll run in just to pull in on a rug and i'll jet, i live a wild life, wwf, yeah it's ww dot com, worldwide web in your cd rom, i been all up on the internet dropping bombs, ever since i was myspace friends with tom, i'm about to bum rush the same, tell me motherfucker, what's my name, yeah our cloth isn't cut the same, i'll be spitting 'til i bust a vein, now tell me what's my name?, what's my name? what?, it's w, w, w, dot, it's worldwide web and i'm gunning for the top, it's w, w, w, dot, yeah, it's worldwide web, motherfucker, and i'm coming for your spot, yelling "fuck your feelings", yeah, my aim on point i don't care what the fuck y'all feeling, yeah it's worldwide web