Well well buzz buzz

Fuck Google Buzz mutha buzzers, this buzz shit is my turf!
Y'all can surf, I been here since before your birf! Step back, you in bee country.

Buzz! That's what I say.

I'm sucking up pollen and storin it and shit. I got two stomachs assholes!
What you got "Buzz"? Status updates, fuck that! My grandma just tweeted off her Pentium Processor and it said "Fuck Buzz, my grandkid makes honey!"

Screw your social networking platform to the sticking place, which is my hive Gbuzz dickface! It's sticky as fuck!

Not only am I making delish honey and protecting the queen, I'm writing poetry. Yeah I been doing it for years. I've been bringin people poems from the combs Mukilteo style, before you even had email Google, so suck it, and by it, I mean my honey!

When I get back to the hive there's gonna be a bunch of bees waiting to relieve me of my load, that's something to Buzz about. Just cause you can take algorithms used to match relevant search advertising with user queries on the engine as well as display ads contextually in the Gmail platform based on the content of mail and determine statistically more relevant statuses, doesn't mean you get sucked off by a bunch of workers when you get home. Suck it Buzz!

You think you're fancy, well we bees be keeping it cool, we control the movement of air in the hive by flappin our wings in a coordinated symphony, while people on Fake Ass Google Buzz be flappin their gums about a whole bunch of sound and fury signifying nothing. What's that GBuzz "Deborah's getting a haircut"?? So fucking what!? You're making the same mess we been looking at for years, I'm making sweet honey.