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HRIBSTAR lyrics : "Stalk My Tweets"

You must not have anything better in life,
to stalk my tweets and try to add strife.
If you saw the whole collection,

maybe you'd under stand the direction.
You can rude, I don't m ind,
At least I'm honest, stones to grind.

Cuz I'm a dangerous !@$(, trust me, I know,
I say what I want, and I'm always on the go.
Your just jealous, a coward, a loser,

to twist my words for your own cruiser,
cause you do a drive by, make sure to copy,
send to your big guy, email hoppy,

smile and say that you got hurt,
I'll be big bird and you can be burt,
cause honestly you lying because you hate the truth,

because your relative is burning my youth,
go head and click "follow back",
because I won't be ending, press those tacks!

I'm a ferocious dinosaur and I got strong,
little do you know that your wrong,
oops I toed the line, but I do just fine,

maybe with your whines, grab wine,
because I won't stop just because you can't approach me,
and even then you can't tell me what to be,

I'll see you later when I've stolen the crown,
and then you know that you'll have to bow down!


R.
Stalker,
stalker,

teller,
teller, (x2)
Stalker,

stalker,
teller,
teller

either way I don't care,
not a grudge I'll bear.
stalk my tweets, stalk them well,

make sure you go an tell.

2.

Man, it must suck to do that,
to find what I say, "Oh that's Matt?"
If I really hurt you, I apologize,

unless you should be stabbed, I won't cry,
You can complain about me all the way home,
but I don't care, you're like a garden gnome,

watch me from my bedroom if you'd like,
and then wait for me to hurt your little tyke,
but i'm not malicious just too honest for you,

and when it comes down to it, it's what I do!
Call me on the phone, leave a message,
you told the truth, walk the passage!

Come back with your elitist snub,
when you be eating all them grubs,
I'll be here, having a glass of lemonade,

and maybe then, you can be my maid,
because otherwise you got nothing to be proud for,
maybe except causing a small storm, and a score!


R.


3.
I'm so glad that your better as a stalker,
because your the ultimate streetwalker!

check through and print them all out,
because I'll be the ultimate shout!
I'll stand by what I do and say,

because I'm the best way,
I don't stab backs I will not lie,
so grab a coat and check your tie.

Now I don't really care,
but you probably can't bear
that you tried to screw me over.

Did you do it while your sober.
Crossed the line, I'll do it thrice,
banned on HTV, cut you down with vice,
come back when your better, pinnochio,
you a streetwalker, Imma pricy hoe,

didn't even call the police,
maybe I had rent with lease,
go to your master, he'll make you faster,
send in a report, get ready for a retort.
I got the printed pages, in case you didn't know,

you probably were spying, using robots on the go,
I thought it was cute, like when a puppy crosses the street,
but then it's sad when the puppy and cars meet!
Go ahead and send me messages, be my best friend,
but when it comes down to it, your life is going to end.

Mess with me is like messing with hell,
you never know what I'm going to tell.
I got secrets on you like John Travolta's masseuse,
I got my information than Rihanna has rouse,
Come back and play power and control,

You'll be kicked down the hill, go roll.
Attack me again, turn me in soon,
otherwise you'll lose members by moon.
Your a good tattle-tale, the best squealer,
But your playing blackjack with the dealer.



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