WAY I SPAM (parody of "Way I Am" by Eminem. New Lyrics by Tim Richardson)

I sit back with my Mac on my lap and a snack
My comp sci degree gives me audacity to be
The most hated spam geek on the—on the ‘net
And you bet that I get disrespect when I’m met
When I blast you and ask you how to get out of debt
And I sell lots of help on cuisine for your pets
Invitations promotin’ these crazy inventions
Or trips to Bahamas or pics of hot mamas
And do it illegally (illegally)
And so easily, buy your own masters degree in psychology
A pill that will add on an inch or two more
To your dork so your wife won’t laugh at you no more
So order immediately (immediately)
I don’t know you, but so?  I’ll still show you
How to shed some dead weight
I’ll help you to not smoke, show porn sites that provoke
Pass out a mass message containing old lame jokes
If you block me it still will not stop me (stop me)
I’ll smile and just choose a new addy
And then send you fifty (send fifty) new ones there
And impair your software so you cannot download
Go call you a techie, give it a reboot
I’ll laugh when you still see me still trolling your newsgroups
Pushing my half off Viagra (Viagra)
And hardcore with whores and some great real estate

And I spam wherever I wanna spam
I’m annoying, but hey, I don’t give a damn
In your e-mail, the newsgroups I’m such a sham
Send you junk till your inbox jams
Cause I spam whoever I wanna spam
And I’m runnin just about a million scams
Buy some pills to help satisfy your man
It’ll cost ya just a hundred clams