Comments Disabled - Sammus

Games, dude, yeah I beast on ‘em

Sega too yeah I beat Sonic

In my day-to-day

I stay playin' bae

They be hatin' me cause I’m me, sorry

Tickled pink like I’m Majin Buu

Call me Cage

Take your pick

Nick, Lucas, and Johnny too

I do a split then I’ll break your dick

But in real life

I’m real nice

Just flexin' hard

Cuz I feel like

I been holding back about all the flack

And online attacks got me real tight

You want to preach about Gamergate?

Let’s reconvene at a later date

You really wishin' someone would listen

Now take a seat and some Gatorade

You are so parched on the internet

Got no regard I’m not feelin' cats

Who leave crazy comments

They actin' jaundiced

And way too fond of inventing facts

They leave rape threats in your mentions

They get big ups from they henchmen

When you kick ‘em out they make new accounts

That are fake like some extensions, I’m thinking

You should invest in collecting a best friend

Who won’t let you press send

To someone you just met through Twitter or Sirius XM

They’re letting me have it

And yeah they can pray for my absence

Through they habit of being an abscess

They be making me cash through my AdSense

Sorry I’m not on right now

I’m logging off the internet

Leave a message I won’t call you back

Hit me up at 607−342−481

Who hurt you?

Did you have an early curfew?

Had a crush but you wasn’t in they purview?

Had nobody you could turn to?

Did it not occur to you that I’m an Urkel?

Yeah—I wanna be the same team

Seems like we excited by the same things

Still, I would never type scathing crazy

Hate to a page that I can’t dig

Or are you one of those

Who do it for the lulz?

Do it for a high five

From another troll?

But then you wanna hide like playin' MMOs

Cuz no-one ever knows who you are and it shows

I’m sorry your life isn’t working out

But I promise that typing a hurtful thought

Will not solve any plight you’re concerned about

And I’d honestly like for your curtain call, like

Take a bow take a seat

Thinking about the things you speak

Why d’you wish to get me pissed?

I’ll fire a blitz like Pistol Pete

Your fandom’s expanding

You’re feeling abandoned

You think they are pandering

So you throw a tantrum

And hide like a phantom

While holding us ransom

With terrorist banter

That you pass as candor

You’re really a land bird

From Chef Colonel Sanders—yeah!

You’re writing a lot

I disabled the comments

I oughta say thanks for your antics

Cuz if I think about it

You took all the time

To compose such a long-winded fanfic

You’re doing more work than my fans kid…

Sorry I’m not on right now

I’m logging off the internet

Leave a message I won’t call you back

Hit me up at 607−342−481