The neW i.o.T

W-w-w-welcome to the inna-inna-internet of things,

Gettin' sentimental in my mental, it seems,

Before the days their tentacles strings,

End up inside of me,

Makin' my spidey senses tingle when I am beamed,

By them gigga hertz,

The most damage to my cells with very little work,

Cuz thats where they like to lurk...

You used to be my me a-more-n' so,

G-g-gottt-dam adorable,

But the more i get to know...

The way your liquid flows,

On someone's dick that grows,

Like the frick- en Pokémon petafiles jap-edd-owes smiles ,

When he created pin-oh-key-owes nose,

Whatever floats your boat,

But dont never try to quote what I spoke,

Lately I been broker than a joke,

Rollin' with smokers that slow,

Outspoken while bein' soft spoken,

When's the last time you saw opened ,

A carton of Marlboro's with the packs that are soft ,oh then ?

When them files that were snowed in,

We're blown open like Hillaries old closed bins,

And filin' cabinets full of computers with e-mails ,

cuz that escargo be stail,

And all you vegans be frail,

Now she sail...

Sea-shells at the sea shore,

Where these hores,

Happily spread their knees more,

Than The Frankensteins ego around people like Egore,

M-m-me-moreW-w-w-welcome to the inna-inna-internet of things,

Gettin' sentimental in my mental, it seems,

Before the days their tentacles strings,

End up inside of me,

Makin' my spidey senses tingle when I am beamed,

By them gigga hertz,

The most damage to my cells with very little work,

Cuz thats where they like to lurk...