I don't know about women online, Like it's a waste of time, And they play mind,

Games and act strange, It just ain't the same,

As in the flesh, Cuz I see em less, As sexual objects, That's probably best, It aint a quest, Or conquest, But online girls test,

My patience and last nerve, Yea word,

Askin for Apple cards and Google Play, All day, What else to say? That shit is gay,

Asking for money for gas, That shit makes me laugh, And the very last,

Thing I'd ever do, Is be your fool, That shit ain't cool, And wish you knew,

How online it's just a meat factory, That's satisfactory,

To random online men, Who also pretend, To send, Or lend,

Money through PayPal And now,

They want it from cash app, That crap is wack, And it's just that,

99% of online broads are fake, For God's sake, How much shit can a guy take? But wait,

There's more, These online whores, Are only out for,

Your bank account, Without a doubt, Or take another route,

And pretend, While they men,

Disguised behind a screen, That sends you obscene,

Pics and videos, Of hoes, Who pose,

In all kind of sexual positions, When it's your decision, To click on em, And pick, A pic, Of your dick, Wishing they would lick, Your mind is sick, And it's a trick, Ain't talkin to no chick, So get over it,

Cuz you really expect? To get a slut wet, Sitting at your desk, On camera rubbing your chest, And could care less, While you undress, And guess,

You ain't talkin to some dude in the Philippines, That you've never seen, Behind a screen, You're just a fien,

To online porn, Since you were born,

And even as a fetus, You'd still be this,

Sleazy dude lurkin on the net, As we're having tech-

Nical difficulties, Your screen freeze, Got a moral disease, Just to please, Your online lust and e-ddiction, And I'm predictin, It created division,

In your family life at home, With all these women you want to bone, But you ain't alone,

A billion dollar industry and sex sells, So you hell, If I can't tell, That well,

If I'm talking to a chick or dude, That shit is rude, But you remain glued,

To Instagram, Facebook, and Tik Tok, Getting your rocks off, When I'm at a loss, At the online rep you got, Cuz you keep getting caught,

With literally your pants down, So people tend to clown, While your wife frowns, Cuz the whole town,

Has seen you butt ass naked, You tend to get hated,

By them, And again, When will this sick e-ddiction Ever end?