Pop culture, pop there went my brain
One more shot like that could blow the whole mainframe
Too much worthless information inside my head
They gotcha coughin' every coined phrase
This new gadjets got you amazed
It's hard to find a thought though this haze
I don't call it gain, I call it craze
Pop culture, stop before I lose my mind
If I hear that song played one more time I'm gonna drop the box out a twelve story window
How do I counter the culture or bring back an attack when it's put a dent inside my brain with a complimentry coca-cola baseball bat?
Round 'em up, take a count of the heads
Run us out and leave us for dead
Now they wanna broadcast me on the airwaves
We'll see!
The Dingees - Ghetto Box Smash Lyrics
The Dingees - Ghetto Box Smash Lyrics
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Pop culture, pop there went my brain
One more shot like that could blow the whole mainframe
Too much worthless information inside my head
They gotcha coughin' every coined phrase
This new gadjets got you amazed
It's hard to find a thought though this haze
I don't call it gain, I call it craze
Pop culture, stop before I lose my mind
If I hear that song played one more time I'm gonna drop the box out a twelve story window
How do I counter the culture or bring back an attack when it's put a dent inside my brain with a complimentry coca-cola baseball bat?
Round 'em up, take a count of the heads
Run us out and leave us for dead
Now they wanna broadcast me on the airwaves
We'll see!
One more shot like that could blow the whole mainframe
Too much worthless information inside my head
They gotcha coughin' every coined phrase
This new gadjets got you amazed
It's hard to find a thought though this haze
I don't call it gain, I call it craze
Pop culture, stop before I lose my mind
If I hear that song played one more time I'm gonna drop the box out a twelve story window
How do I counter the culture or bring back an attack when it's put a dent inside my brain with a complimentry coca-cola baseball bat?
Round 'em up, take a count of the heads
Run us out and leave us for dead
Now they wanna broadcast me on the airwaves
We'll see!