*Talking*
Oh my gawd, DJ,
That computer software is so huge,
It's looks like one of those Gates' computers,
That understands those complex programmin'.

They only play on it,
Because it's got totally new comp. games.

I mean his comp.,
It's just so big.
I can't believe it's so big.
It's just out there,
I mean, it's wicked.
DarkJon, does that come in black.


*rap*
I like comp. games and I cannot lie,
All you other geeks can't deny.
When Macintosh comes out,
With a comp. game or a lap top anyplace,
You get stunned.
Wanna pull out dough,
Cuz' you notice that price was low.
Deep into games like Playstation,
It's soaring across the nation.
Oh baby, Iwanna get with ya',
And paste your picture,
My homegeeks tried to warn me,
But that comp. you got,
It isn't so corny.
Ooh, slab of white plastic.
You say you wanna get on on-line.
Well, use it, don't abuse it, you ain't an average freakazoid.

I've seen them spammin',
To hell with programmin',
On Yahoo, Ooh, gotta order me a Corvette.

I'm tired of magazines,
Saying lap tops are the thing.
Take the average Bill Gates and ask him that,
And he'll suggest you get a Mac.

So Nerdballs (yeah) Freakazoids (yeah)
Has your computer got the tops. (Yeah)
Well type it, print it, paste, send it
Send e-mails to Chuck.
Gotta get Mac.

(Britney Spear's face with Bill Gates' brains, eek)

I like 'em large and big,
And when I'm writin' lyrics.
I just can't help myself,
I'm actin' like an animal.

I wanna ship it home,
And CTRL, double on CTRL ALT DELETE,
I ain't talking about Gateway.
Cuz' silicone valley wasn't made in one day.
I want 'em realy fast, not slowly.
So find that extra modem,
Holy crap, I sold 'em.
Beggin' for a file on Barney Rubble,
So I'm downloading rock videos.
Bumpin' these bimbos chattin' like joes.
You can have them wimpos,
I'll keep my computer like Sloppy Joes.
A word to the quick comp. hackers,
I wanna beat slackers,
Won't use my new Placard.
But I gotta be straight when I say I wanna-----
Til the break of dawn.
Bill Gates' got it goin' on.
Alot of nerds won't like this song.
Cuz' them geeks like to type it and write it,
But I'd rather stay and play.
Cuz' I'm smart and I'm strong,
And I'm down to the modem on.

Women (yeah) women (yeah)
All you wanna log on my modem (yeah)
Then turn around,
Plug it in,
Even the white boys love this ****,
Gotta get Mac.

(LA brains with the hottie body)

Yeah baby,
When it comes to computers,
Pentium in't got nothing to do with my selection,
CrystalScan-14 it's the ***,
Only if the screen's at least 4 feet.

So your computers are gettin' kinda'
Playing downloads and MP3s by Fonda,
But Fonda ain't got a motor in the back of his Honda.
My Compuserve, uh, don't want none,
Unless you got dough, son.
You can do side-bends or sit-ups,
But please don't lose that comp.
Some computer geeks wanna play that hard role,
And tell you that Mac is not gold,
So they toss it, and leave is,
Then I soon retrieve it.
So Pentium says it's PHAT,
Well, I ain't down with that.
Cuz' the size is small and those curves aren't kicking,
And I'm thinkin' about rippin' to the Bill Gates' dames,
In the magazines,You ain't it miss thang.
Give me computers I can't resist 'em,
Red keyboards are nice, don't diss them.
Some knucklehead tried to diss,
Cuz' his computer was on my list.
He had a game but he chose to win 'em,
And I pulled up quick to get with them.
So fella's it your lap top is round,
And you wanna start to throw it down,
Dial 1-800-STGDarkJon4U and kick, throw away those nasty comps.
Gotta get Mac.