This is a song about "Internet"

Tramps on the internet, jerks with dick pics sent

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

And anyway, you hear all of these bad things about the internet,

True to the gamei claim outlaw riderswe give a fuck what they try

Lyrics the bitch got an internet on rap battling time spent, but my

He told me it was nas,i blasted off to the internet to search his debut album

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one

You internet tough guys are all the same.

Well, brenda's barely got a brain

You cant afford the internet, so the only thing you have to jack off to is

Just can't understand why we gettin respect nowmomma told me they're be days like this

We're both just typing on the internet in the end

Down to ride to the bloody end, just me and my girlfriend

Chorus: you only get one mom and dad, but remember your mom

I'll be cursing out like the people on internet talking about islam