This is a song about "Nigg www"

And the money that my momma spent on rent and clothes

We got soul but no control, like john rambo rippin' throats

You are all wet,caught in a net,your worst fears met

That whatever it creates it will land in the head

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

Without money you couldn't be a internet emcee

To be great, i'm giving it all it takes

Like john lennon, i'm playing those mind games/

U ask for forgivness i know we all ain't holy st. john

Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don

(uh, uh) there you go that's john doe

Denim front been still kickin' ten zero

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

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