yeh...alright, people...welcome to the cyberpages party you know what time it is. (music) hey, throw ya hands up throw ya hands up...throw ya...throw ya hands up throw ya hands up...throw ya hands up slide up, now slide down(hands up, hands down) crack up, crack down(now what the hell you gonna do now) breathe in, breathe out,(hands up, hands down) crack up, crack down (what the hell you gonna do now??) keep cyber rollin, rollin, rollin rollin, (repeat x3) hey i know that you love this bullshit right here like chanel, thomas dylan, and my beer people in this house put your hands on the ground like my boy j.delph, we all goin straight downtown (yeh) one two three with cipher and mrs.beth taking to the east marvin d. to the left special thanks go out to my boy mark wells as i go to the right with my feet ringing bells (music) (hook)(chorus) you, wanna fuck up cyberpages, well cyberpages fucked you and nobody asked you to hold your breath til you turn blue from picoman, down to everyone's say to the writer's block by andrew northway and everyone knows that things can turn to shit and be shit, and bounce down in the pit (music)(hook)(chorus) hey, ladies, hey fellas like i said no one really gives a fuck all the lovelorn, and the forwarned and jaired knows why life can really suck and dear momma, hey granny precocious and uncanny hey, rockers, goths and rappers third worlders, and bust-cappers my people like nicole and firefly how to do it without being sly yes i'm sliding, and i'm lying hey, you've got to stop your crying am i stupid, like a girl no i don't believe that bout my world (chorusx2 to fade) yeah, that was nice, hey, for those i couldn't mention, all of you know the only way i couldn't get you in was because i couldn't find a rhyme.
Reason for writing:
just call me antwan durst. red cap and everything.
Birth sign: Aries
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