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Song Parodies -> "Bugged File"

Original Song Title:

"Thug Style"

 (MP3)
Original Performer:

2Pac

Parody Song Title:

"Bugged File"

Parody Written by:

the_conqueror_of_parodies

The Lyrics

A new breed of vigilante for a new breed of villainy...
Screw the corporations, they're shit
They don't care 'bout the people so poor
Bus'nesses out there only care 'bout bus'ness
By "bus'ness" I mean money, bus'ness wants dough (uh-huh)
Cause the bottom line's all that matters to the bus'ness (I hate those friggin' bastards)
Yeah, non-profit bus'ness, that's a bus'ness that feels like a joke
(Those cushy-livin' bastards, way past "just earnin' a livin'", right)
Heard of non-profit bus'nesses, bus'ness like that are 'round
But I mean bus'ness, wanna stick it to the bad bus'ness, man
(But I won't just post on my blog 'bout how bus'nesses hate the poor)
Awful bus'ness is their bus'ness, won't get jail, damn (I've got a plan to drain the bus'nesses of cash, huh)
'Less my bus'ness is the bus'ness of wreckin' bus'ness (help errybody)
Hahaha
Bugged file, take that, cop'rate bastards (yeah)
Bus'ness, I'll put that right on there (yeah, bus'ness)
Planned this for weeks, don't care if the cops (cop my style, yeah)
That's right, don't care if the police (yeah, boy)
Side with the bus'ness morons on this one (you know the type they is)
Cause when they slap on the handcuffs for embezzlement from my bugged file
(They'll slap on my wrists, that's right, that's right, that's right, boy)
Caught me, there's jack-all that they can do 'bout what I've wreaked (so let's start this)

Trust me, I know all 'bout this type of foe
Over-huge corporation who don't like to know
About the types of methods used to rise their dough
Won't go on trial, you know, so there's one type of blow
That their greed will suffer from, that's my cup of tea
Got the ability to make bus'ness bankers bleed
I don't mean that in a macabre sense, please
Bus'nesses, they bleed out money because of evil greed
No control measures, it's awful, see
I won't stand for it, I've got this need
To defeat any hateful foes, it sparks my rage to grow
It's such a heinous joke, bad plotline
In a film, doubt you'd find it's five stars, that's right
Comeuppance for these buggers? No dice
But this bus'ness and more like it are soon gonna find
That I'm gonna take 'em down a peg or five

These bus'nesses run on files
Fact of life, ev'ry type has their own file style
Lotta research to be done but it's worth my while
To work out which exact type of file
These bus'nesses run on files
Seems a mild fact of life but it's on my mind
Cause their revenue's a lot, but deserved? Huge lie
So I plan to give 'em this sweet file

Let's move on, cause I've made up my own sort of plot
I'm dressin' up like a worker drone, not show off (please, please)
Cause if they find a guy who stands out a bit
They'll start rollin' out guards who shout and throw giant sticks (big ow)
My next trick is to not sneak around and act like
A ninja or a spy or other sneaky types
Because I find that the way to ward off fails (smart plan)
Is to shave off any tells you don't belong, just sell
The "I hate workin'" feelin', get that look in your eyes (ahahahahah)
That you missed coffee this mornin' and they won't stop you, right
The final step I have here's to memorise
All the jargon that I've slept right through many a time
"Boost the synergy to monetise" eyelids are droopin' down
They won't know I'm up to somethin' when I spit out
Some nonsense about paradigm shifts, which means I'll
Have no-one near to stop me usin' this file

These bus'nesses run on files
And so my plan is "find where the others hide"
And put in this special one of my own design
And then see just how they like this file
These bus'nesses run on files
None like mine, which is fine because otherwise
My plan to destroy 'em's crushed, which does not sound nice
But just believe me, they've earned this file

Now I'm in here, start now
Plug in the USB so I can start the damage
Which way does it fit? The recollection's up and vanished
Third or fourth try, don't know how anyone stands this
Gettin' far from the point, my moment of glory's comin' real soon
Once I pick the right gigabytes, get them moved (hahahahaha)
Discreet details, see, I won't up and blab ('fraid not)
You could look up what I've cooked up if you took a stab with Google
Don't be lookin', cops would be bookin'
Straight to your place to arrest you, don't be stupid
Just let me do the damn crime, just me who's payin' (stop it, stop it)
Need to see if this works and thus worth replayin' (redone)
The waitin' is the worst but once the bucks
Start movin' to the folks who need it then watch the clock
If I don't make the news then all is fine
Can reuse the flash stick with this neat ol' file (dongle, dongle)

These bus'nesses run on files
I've got mine, which'll find its way many times
To corruption so they'll stop, at least for a while
But it's a lesson they'll keep on file (news to know)
These bus'nesses run on files
It's a style that I'm fine with because they'll find
That the newbie that they lost track of had a mind
Of his own which was to use this file (good learnin')
These bus'nesses run on files
I don't mind, cause my crime needs them to work fine
Breakin' through a firewall takes up too much time (hahahahahahaha)
So I'll use what seems like their own file (hey)
These bus'nesses run on files
Includes mine, said that's fine way too many times (like a broken record)
Waitin' here for the pay-off, could be bad or nice (you should that I'm shootin' for "great")
So I'm repeatin' just like that file (sounds like a new strain, but the same flavour, hahahaha)
These bus'nesses run on files (you corp'rate bastards part of the corp'rate bastard regime)
So my crime should work fine and earn one or five (like them, lose their green, hahahaha)
Or if I've got shitty luck, I could earn jail time (blame my bugged shit)
Still stuck it to 'em with my own file (hope that it works, y'all)
These bus'nesses run on files (first crime for me, see, hahaha)
Waitin' time's the worst time, know you're all alike (wait 'round all night)
And you'd wanna know if you had pulled it off, was it worth your while (corp'rate bastards are stuffed, screw those corp'rate bastards)?
Don't have to repeat it (that's right, hahahaha, hahaha)

Seriously though, why do USB's take three or four tries to finally get them in the stupid slot? Makes no damn sense.

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