Lyrics

[Chorus] I tell ya how I get guap my way On a fifty-thousand dollar Friday I've prepared all week for this high pay For this blast on the information super-highway I tell ya how I holler my way On a fifty-thousand dollar Friday Time to test out the creatives that I've made And see how creative I am at my trade [Verse 1: ytcracker] Let me tell you how I get guap my way Cause there ain't a safe bet the way that I play I play it reckless, leveraging processes to hilts I feel guilty when I look at the speeds I got them hot fresh leads double optin, copped them From Ryan Kauffman off the regpaths dropped gems Shopping my service around Trying to find an affiliate network that will run this with me into the ground I hear that Skype sound Now I'm running all my progs like the triple crown I got the horse dick down on the mound with my pitch I'm the Billy Mays of the inboxed internet, bitch Running through the weekend, so on Monday people go to work Open up an email from another random jerk Selling cheap antidepressants without a prescription first I'm basically a nurse with a fifty-thousand dollar purse [Chorus] [Verse 2: hairetsu] Let me tell you how I holler may way Hairetsu is Japanese for an array My program religiously - mayday And it brings a lot of tithing up on payday With a fresh newsletter and a fresh new header The way I blast I promise that you can't do better A little quick witted, all week I stick with it Then that Friday comes along and I let the list get it See the thing with us is the deal's been discussed And I speak for everyone now, we won't show no disgust See the marketing industry? Yeah I happen to know it When the Monday comes around it's gonna happen to show it So screw a watch, cause I'm only wearing a time piece My business model's so attractive that it's a dime piece Of course all the emails I got were opt-in Just keep it noted that I'm just giving them options [Chorus] [Verse 3: ytcracker] Let me show how I coast up on my i-case Invisible as two thousand and twelve MySpace And await my connect to feed me the submit Then I be blasting through the filters yeah my pitch to the mitt I'm Mitt... Romney, I made a living off my hobby And yeah there's been a bunch of people who would rather rob me But I treat them softly Because fighting with a hater always ending awfully I'd rather no distractions, only paper chasing actions Keep my family in traction while I keep the money stacking Let them know that I'm not acting When I say that we created fifty thousand dollar Fridays Got our bits and bytes and bodies and BOLO Credits out the wazoo running all my YOLO Servers at the colo, burning out the lights Cause they blinking on and off so fast a seizure 'bout to strike [Chorus] [Verse 4: ytcracker] In this game called the internet there's no shame Order domains, in the servers under no name Like Hank Hill with the propane I gotta accessories to make the campaign hot like gold flames Slanging berries like it's cocaine And recycle my own messages like coke cans There ain't no limit to the limits in my skyway On a fifty-thousand dollar Friday