an edited version for the kiddies...

"Without Me"
Three ganging lamers go round the ack side,
round the ack side, round the ack side.
Three ganging lamers go round the ack side,
round the ack side, round the ack side.
Ooooohhhhh!
Guess who's smack, smack again
Shaney's smack, grab some friends,
Guess who's smack, guess who's smack,
guess who's smack, guess who's smack,
guess who's smack, guess who's smack,
guess who's smack...
Verse 1:
I've created a monster, cuz nobody wants to
See Oopsy no more they want Shaney
I'm chopped liver
Well if you want Shaney, then this is what I'll give ya
A little bit of gee mixed with some hard snicker
Some skills that will jump on their head quicker
Then a mock when i get knocked offline
By the fugger when I'm not cooperating
When I'm knocking the lamers while he's operating "Hey"
You waited this long to stop debating
Cuz I'm back, I'm on the rag and ovulating
I know you got a job Mr. Anonymity
But your weakarse morals are complicating
So the monitors won't let me be
Or let me be me so let me see
They tried to shut me down on HTC
But it feels so empty without me
So come on drip, mask on my lips
Fug that, smack on your skills and some on your wits
And get ready cuz this chit's about to get heavy
I just settled all my timeouts, "Fug you wimpy!"
Chorus:
Now this looks like a job for me
So everybody just squelch me
Cuz we need a little controversy,
Channel 1 feels so empty without me
I said this looks like a job for me
So everybody just squelch me
Cuz we need a little controversy,
Channel 1 feels so empty without me
Verse 2:
Little gangers, dweebs acting up-ended
Embarrassed, their skills dead-ended
They start feeling all offended,
Til someone comes along on a mission and yells "lamer"
A smacker, smack is scary, could start a devolution,
Pollutin' the air waves a rebel
So let me just revel and parse,
In the fact that I got everyone ragging my arse,
And it's a disaster such a catastrophe
For you to see so dam much of my six you horde for me?
Well I'm back, fix your bent antenna
Tune it in and then I'm gonna enter
Into the front of your buffer like a splinter
The center of attention back for the winter
I'm interesting, the best thing since wrestling
Infesting in your radio and besting
Testing "Attention Please"
Feel the tension soon as someone mentions me
Here's my monthly fee, my 2 cents is free
A nuisance, who sent, you sent for me?
Chorus 2x
Verse 3:
A HO-git an ack-twit,
I go ratatat with anybody who thinks they've got it
one on one or even two, you can get your bass kicked
Worse than them little tiny wit blastards,
And horde-ee, you can get stomped by a bored me,
You little ganging dweebs can slow me
You don't know me, you're too swarmy
Let go, it's over, nobody learns ACM
Now lets go, just give me the signal
I will be there with a whole list full of new moves
I'll smack or whack you, suspend you with my 'tude
Ever since warpbirdies turned into prudes
But sometimes the text just seems,
Everybody only wants to squelch me
So this must mean I'm too full,
But its just me I'm just truthful
Though I'm not the first king of smackery
I am the worst thing since hackery,
To do smack so noisily
And get myself booted regularly (Hey)
There's a concept that works
20 million other smackers emerge
But no matter how many fish in the sea
Channel 1 will be so empty without me
Chorus 2x
Come die lamers la, la, la la la la la, la la
Come die lamers la, la, la la la la la, la la
Chumps!