(Music: Key, McReynolds - Lyrics: Key, Kersey, McReynolds, Preiss) If you should ever decide you want to start a career in internet marketing. If you engage in spam there's something you should know that I will hunt you down and I'll destroy you. I get online, then notice I have email I click my inbox, and see ah, what the fuck? 20 emails, all coming from the same guy. I don't why he's concerned about my penis size. And what is this? I've won a brand new Xbox? I click the link and I get fifty popups. Try to close 'em, my PC takes a shit on me. There is no rubber for electronic STDs. For every spam I get I'm gonna make you eat your own shit. For every spam I get I'm gonna choke you with your own dick. Thank you for ruining the internet fuck face. Donkey balls. Cooter cream. Dick. I get rebooted, and get back to my email. I got some forwards, a lame joke from my mom. Keep on searching, for anything legitimate. I got a feeling, I'll never end up finding it. And what is this? Shania Twain all nekkid! I click the link and I get dicks on the screen! Endless dickage, colossal disappointment. I'm gonna find you and slay you with enjoyment. For every spam I get I'm gonna smash in your face with a brick. For every spam I receive you're gonna get to gargle your pee. For every spam I get later I'm gonna rub your face on a cheese grater. For every spam you send me I'm gonna do something like really not good! Thank you for ruining the internet shit lick. Penis steak. Anal butter. Cunt.
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