'bout to get my LIVE STRONG on.

(Rapped to the tune of Rock Superstar by Cypress Hill)

CHORUS

So you wanna be a blog superstar, and live large.

A big mouth, mind scars, you're in charge.

Comin' up on the web, don't link nobody,

Gotta look over your stat counter constantly

I remember the days when I was on Blogger, growin’ up,

Looking at people’s blogrolls, dreamin’ about blowin’ up.

The blog crowd, make money, chillin’ with the Armstrongs,

Sign autographs or what ever my readers want from me.

Shit’s funny how impossible dreams manifest

And the ads that be comin’ with it, nevertheless,

You gotta go to BlogHer, but you don’t know shit

About the trolls, typos and tears,

And losing some of your readers

And losing some of your mind to the bad posts gone by

Hopefully it don’t manifest for the hate sites

Anonymous egomaniacs don’t know how to act

Stupid creeps, gonna kick their ass

Twitter gangster hack posts what he will,

Thinks he’s gonna make a mil

Still filling your head with drivel

Come with me,

Show me the sacrifice it takes to make the cheese

You wanna be a blog superstar, in the biz,

And take shit from people who don’t know what Captcha is?

I wish it was all memes and delurking days,

But the price of Moveable Type is high

And some can’t pay the way

Still trapped in what they’re blogging about

Tell me what happened when your mom found your blog

The route you took started to fog

No fans, no fame, no respect, no change, no ads

And everybody shits on your URL

(Chorus x2)

[Dooce talking]

People see blogstars, youknowhatI’msayin’?

But you still…try’na…get out more, like everybody else

It’s a fun job, but it’s still a job

Save your money, man

Save your money, too.

[Finslippy talking]

It’s fleeting

Don’t last very long, youknowhatI’msayin’?

I mean, you’re lucky in this game, too.

There’s always gonna be another cat comin’ out

Writin’ like me, soundin’ like me,

Somebody’ll come try to steal my traffic

(Chorus x2)

Have you ever had big dreams of makin’ Time Magazine?

Big shot, heavy hitter on the SXSW scene

You wanna look sweet on Technorati

Be a snob and act all snotty

You wanna have big fame, let me explain

What happens to these bloggers and their big names

First they get spammed like all damn day

Then you get dissed by the jealous and the sad

Things never stay the same way they began

I heard some never sell t-shirts or calendars

That’s why fools end up broke

Think everything’s fine in the big time

See me in my avatar with a venti chai

So you wanna roll far and live large

It ain’t all that goes with bein’ a blog superstar

(Chorus x2)