Lemon Demon - Ebaum's World Sucks Sucks lyrics
[Lemon Demon - Ebaum's World Sucks Sucks lyrics]
Once upon a time
On the Internet there were some dudes
A very deeply flawed group
They tried to plan some big coup
They want to destroy Ebaum's yet
They did not know why
They travelled to the boards
Spammed it up with pointless little threads
From Something Awful and 4Chan
Newgrounds and, of course, You're The Man
They went and spammed their crap upon
Ebaumsworldcom but did they know
That those from whom he stole
Were just full of shit
And then they had the the brass to be an ass
What a crock of shit (Oh, Jesus)
The Net is quite a place
Several people work and others bitch
And some just buy male prostitutes
Dressed in Captain Picard suit's
And some just sit and whine
And think they're original and rich
These morons came along
The closest to a girl they had was Mom
And Mr bauman, quite amused
Laughed as they ran out of booze
Well, sadly, that's a lie
They were too young to even drink
Uh (That doesn't rhyme)
But, if we all ignore their stupid song
Then maybe they will stop and die
Or maybe God will roar and end this war
And make the morons cry
Oh, Ebaum's World is staying strong
These dorks don't even know
What's right from wrong
They just sit and assume
A thing or two about
What stealing is and what they do
So right now they think they have a mission
But they're delusional rejections
Of shit that could've been a stain
On their Mama’s rotting, crappy brain
Hurr, hurr!
On the Internet there were some dudes
A very deeply flawed group
They tried to plan some big coup
They want to destroy Ebaum's yet
They did not know why
They travelled to the boards
Spammed it up with pointless little threads
From Something Awful and 4Chan
Newgrounds and, of course, You're The Man
They went and spammed their crap upon
Ebaumsworldcom but did they know
That those from whom he stole
Were just full of shit
And then they had the the brass to be an ass
What a crock of shit (Oh, Jesus)
The Net is quite a place
Several people work and others bitch
And some just buy male prostitutes
Dressed in Captain Picard suit's
And some just sit and whine
And think they're original and rich
These morons came along
The closest to a girl they had was Mom
And Mr bauman, quite amused
Laughed as they ran out of booze
Well, sadly, that's a lie
They were too young to even drink
Uh (That doesn't rhyme)
But, if we all ignore their stupid song
Then maybe they will stop and die
Or maybe God will roar and end this war
And make the morons cry
Oh, Ebaum's World is staying strong
These dorks don't even know
What's right from wrong
They just sit and assume
A thing or two about
What stealing is and what they do
So right now they think they have a mission
But they're delusional rejections
Of shit that could've been a stain
On their Mama’s rotting, crappy brain
Hurr, hurr!