Wi-Fi

[Verse 1: Bones] It's the wi-fi pimp, modems hangin' from my wrists Passwords on my blunts, got to log in to get it (You've got mail) Digits etched on my grave, can't decipher my slang Wingdings when I speak, bold fonts when I sing Bitch, I'm comin' through italicized, that's leanin' back Backseat, chargin' up my MacBook up on my lap Bitch, my signal always strong and my bandwidth smooth Rollin' coffins and coughin' until I roll a new Flash drive blade, plug it in your veins Downloadin' lives, then I right-click save Got a 101 CD-changer, Ikea couch with the Sharper Image razor 101 CD-changer, Ikea couch with the Sharper Image razor [Outro] Loadin', loadin', bitch, I'm loadin' Loadin', loadin', bitch, I'm loadin'