Lyrics

[Chorus] What is spam? Spam is the tie that bonds us together And no one is better than the other What is spam? Spam is the knife that tears us apart I ain't got no heart for you brother X2 [YTCracker] Spam in my inbox, spam on the board Spam in my phone line, in my phone coord Call me Mr. Smith I'm the Joe Internet Smoking this spam like a cigarette I forward all my shit to the FTC Spammer's oasis A beached apartments on a first-name basis Been a Spamcop subscriber since '92 Fuck a delete key, how about you? Tell these lawyers what I got, they're on retainer I hate spam, and I can't say it plainer I work all day and come home to this Viagra, mortgage, and teenage piss Why won't they remove me? Steady abuse me From the relays to the Usenet news G's Need a thousand filters just to keep me straight Spam is the shit, its the shit that I hate, baby [Repeat Chorus] I love deals, can't get enough of them Put my email on the lists and get a rush of them Naked ladies, remote control cars Blue pills, diet of the stars Can't stop ordering Refinancing my home mortgage and I know I'm not alone We fund this business, this shit you call spam I call it paperless coupons, don't give a damn I look no further than my inbox for bargains Wait a few minutes then it fills to the margins The 'net really everything at my fingertips Shrink my wallet and the size of my hips I get what I want, when I want it I can cancel anytime I want, but I won't because I flaunt it Got so many memberships to so many sites I can whack all I want, then call it a night [Repeat Chorus] [phlow] Yo that spam in your box? I know you probably hate it But programmers love it, I'm that guy the creates it Yeah I said it, I'm the guy that made it I got reasons why the weed is my brain picks up Emails lift up See I got bills to pay I know how to write programs in a skillful way I need money in my life to fill the void Circles in the newspaper, I'm still unemployed My wife's annoyed Lack of sleep has got me paranoid I can scream but no one is around to hear my scratchy voice Christmas is on the way but there is no cash to buy the toys I don't want to live like this but I don't have a choice I live inside my shadowy dark loneliness I work all day then come home to this What kind of home is this? You can't judge me, you don't know me bitch I'm constantly searching for surfaces Each email feeds off my nervousness I waste each day of my life not knowing what my purpose is Living check to check, mail to mail, seed to seed Instead to collect I cannot fail, I need some leads I ain't in the kitchen but I can always feel the heat Following project means my life will never be complete So the next time you get my spam and try to fuck me? Fuck yourself, go whack your shit until its ugly Just because you can't see me doesn't mean that you're above it I keep my shit on lock so there is no way that you can touch me [caller] You fucking asshole get me off your fucking email list! You're a dickhead, fuck off!