Internet Whore DJ Paul (Ft. Lord Infamous)

[Intro: DJ Paul]
She got DSL, DSL
Nigga what that is? (Dick suckin lips)
She got DSL, DSL
Nigga what that is? (Dick suckin lips)

[Hook: DJ Paul] 2x
I met her on MySpace
Found her on Facebook
Got head on YouPorn (Gave that ass a touch)
She's an internet whore, you can enter that whore
She's an internet whore, you can enter that whore

[Verse 1: DJ Paul]
I met her on MySpace, fell out of touch
A couple of years later, right back to her on the Facebook
She drove 5 hours, ATL to M-Town
That's how I knew that fuckin n' suckin was 'bout to go down
She got in town, I told her "Meet me at the Starbucks"
I know what'cha thinkin, why did I say the Starbucks
What'chu be yellin's I be hatin it at the coffee shops, by the college
They full of sexy bitches with some knowledge
Actin like they good girls, really they hard taste
Typin on that PC, sippin on some Latte's
Back to the story, she entered on in and I'm afraid (Lord have mercy)
Cause she wasn't lookin like her homepage
I'm thinkin now, like what the hell I'm supposed to do
She was a hundred pounds bigger, with a old-school hair do
Matters worse, I already took Viagra
She got some big lips, I better make the best of her