I'll phone into outer space. To find another race.
Yo you standin' 'pon the train with your irritating drone,
Now shut up Muthafucka with your fuckin flash Iphone,
It'll turn you on your side,
Make you wanna leave your wife,
Then I'll pound it on your head,
End your muthafuckin life,
The chicks all dig the iphone,
Those money grabbing bitches,
They'll leave you for Steve Jobs,
And his muthafuckin riches,
That shit will bring you pain,
Worse than you've ever seen,
You'll curse the day you laid eyes on,
Tha fuckin' wack touch screen,
Don't even try to run son,
Cause I'll just enjoy the chase,
As my fists upon your skull
will shortly interface,
Cause you brought your Apple gadget,
To my Nokia paradise,
Flaunting apple ergonomics
With their fucking Apple price
Yo I can't afford an Iphone,
An it makes me kind of pissed,
But I'll fill you full of lead,
If my Nokia is dissed,