A cautionary poem for bloggers gettin' deep into the net-ness.







Mind Playin' Tricks on Me

Saucy Boys




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Intro: Sauceface I sit alone in my four-cornered room Starin' at YouTube Oh that shit is on? heh Let me drop some shit like this here Real smooth Verse one: Sauceface At night I can't sleep, I toss and turn LiveLeak in the dark, visions of bodies being burned Four walls just staring at a sucka I'm paranoid, sleepin' with my finger on the mouse-clicka My mother's always stressin' I ain't livin' more And I ain't goin' out without a flame war See, everytime my eyes close I start dreamin,' source code comin' out my nose It's somebody viewin' my source But I don't know who it is, so I'm nervous of course I can see him when I'm deep in the covers When I awake I can't see the motherfucker He owns a black hat like I own A black suit and some shades like my own Some might say take a chill, b But fuck that shit, there's somebody tryin' to read me I'm hittin' post button when the wind blows Every twenty seconds got me peepin' AIM window Investigatin' the posts for traps Checkin' my Ad-Aware for taps I'm starin' at Craig's List in my corner Its fucked up when your mind is playin' tricks on ya Verse two: Willie Sauce I make no money, I drive a shit car Nobody know me, it's like I'm a B-list star But late at night, somethin' ain't right I feel I'm being tailed by the same sock's head lights Is it that fool that I ran off Found's block Or is it that sucka last week that I 'Shopped Or is it the one I beat for five thousand units Thought Level 70 Mage, but it was entry level Druid Reach for my bookmarks, grab the bantown for the suckers Ain't no use to be lyin,' I was scareder than a motherfucker Bet they laughin' at Hitlers to bury me quick If it's goin' down let's get this shit over with Here socks come, just like I figured I got my hand on the motherfuckin' mouse-clicker What I saw'll make your ass start spewin' Jolt Three socks, my own, three login windows I live by the code I take my laptop everywhere I go Because I'm paranoid, yo I keep lookin' over my Facebook peepin' strange IDs My mind is playin' tricks on me Verse three: Sauceface Day by day it's more impossible to cope I feel like I'm the one thats bein' roped Can't keep a steady hand because I'm shaky Every damn day I'm on MySpace Playin' for A/S/L, peeps Tryin' to find a hottie I can meet I know the Lord is looking at me But yet and still it's hard for me to feel happy I often cruise while I peruse Havin' crazy thoughts of payin' fools Bang and get it over with And then I'm worry-free, but that's bullshit I'd be the one to get the fuckin' clap And if I breed then my childs would be some bastards I had a user down with me But to me it seemed like user's out to get me I need some help in this shit Before I end up with a kung-fu grip Now I'm browsin' some shit Now I'm sure I'm a net addict Now I'm feelin' lonely My mind is playin' tricks on me Verse four: Saucewick Chris One year April Fool's fell on a weekend Me and Saucy Boys were trick-or-treatin' Trolling little kids for gags Till an old friend posted on our ass So we sped-read up the pace Took a look-see and it was right before our face He'd been in for a squab no doubt So he felt bad and had a gun in his mouth He's not goin' down, we figured Since this was no ordinary figure His posts brooded six or seven feet Now, that's a dude I'd be scannin' in my sleep So we triple-teamed on him Droppin' some "do it" responses on him The more I jabbed the more responses flew Then he disappeared and my boys couldn't reach him, too Then I felt just like a fiend His mom called, all I heard was screams He was dead as fuck on the streets I showed up, cops all over, chalkin' on the concrete God damn, homie My mind is playin' tricks on me

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Thanks be to the original for lyrical inspiration.