Yo
I spent the whole afternoon fixing my refrigerator,
My wife wants a new one I shoved that bitch out the door, told her i’ll see you later
I file my taxes like a pro, I come out on top I am miles ahead in the race
but if you drop my mortgage interest deduction, I’ll put a gun in your face
My wife says our kid is gifted
I think her brain has shifted
away from reality
that boy be crushin his addies
staying up all night playing fortnite
when he should be chasing the baddies
yo
started hustlin at nineteen, dropped outta college and never looked back
got grandfathered in at work so if you want my job you’ll need a stack
of papers, master’s degree and all that shit
(sample of the boss saying it just looks better to the regulators if everyone has a master’s degree)
if you’re not feeling my vibe, just take another hit
feel that heat in your lungs cause brother i promise you’ll be feeling it more
after i’m buried six feet, the real nightmare starts once i’m outta the door
bitches never made me wear a condom cause we had roe vs wade
while you’re signing consent contracts or go online to spew your hate
go ahead green frog ass incel nigga take the bait
send that pm ask an anime pic girl out on a date
(sample of an African American gentleman shouting HONEYPOT!)
the fbi will show up to kick the door to your basement
you’ll be droppin the soap after a green haired they/them testified how you’re racist
i fucked you up beyond relief there’s nothing left for you
so go complain on the internet cause that’s all you’ll ever do
clap for the flatter phone
you’ll never own a home
can’t follow me? Must be the microplastics in your brain
but once we tally the score we’ll see who won this game.
Boomer, boomer, slow and dim, boomer, boomers, mocks the thin. Boomer, boomer, eats pork roast and pink slime, boomer, boomer, has dementia but claims he’s fine. Giant big fat old faggot, ruined the world, sees the destruction he causes and blows his load. Eternal boomer, eternal coomer, clowns jerking off in the skinsuits of old men.
Nice.
“I’m a white boy, but my neck is red
I put Miracle Whip on my Wonder Bread
My face is pale, nah, I’ve never been in jail
Me and Buffy spend every winter in Vail
How many bitches have I slapped? Zero
Uh, and Martha Stewart happens to be my hero
I grew up on a farm and I was born with no rhythm
Dr. Phil’s my uncle and I like to hang with him
I can’t dance, I wear khaki pants
My middle name’s Lance, my grandma’s from France
So maybe I’m wack ’cause my skin ain’t black
But you can’t talk smack ’cause whitey just struck back”
*drops the mic*
https://youtu.be/9iSVgAZ6bSM?t=97
Pfft –
My back hurts
I need a nap
Cackle
Record it. I wanna hear it.
you will never write any boomer raps that go nearly as hard as Rappin’ For Jesus, but nice to see you play your hand in this burgeoning field
You should sell that to Will Smith