"Ok, Boomer"

Beefo Lezter Lyrics “Might as well. Might as well take my anger out on the mic, every night, for every life, and I might just snap. I might as well, I might as well. If I can’t relate, I’ll cook it up. If I can relate, I’ll cook it up, make a hash, til I got a platter For better or worse, I’ll do ya like the latter The light is the darkest before the panorama I’m the man, sometimes I forget my manners I’m a packageable rapper like Campbell’s They say I’m a genius I’m so big, like I don’t even know who I’m is I am the president of the midwest Suck my dick below the desk like Clinton They want to cross words, I’ll fill em in You want a box first, I’ll share the ring Oh God, if I catch one of you industry rappers lacking It ain’t going to be attractive Do you in the alley, throw your corpse right outside Madison Do you like the Challenger, play you like Madden Mr. Nebraska, slide you down to Omaha Northside, see what Homer does Sitting porch side, drinking Busch light, eating pork rinds Ship you out east, Detroit Put you on the chopping block, Northside there Boy, you ain’t ever been scared I don’t fucking care at all, et all Y’all dogs, y’all fog, y’all blog, y’all small Ok Boomer, ok Boomer Ok Boomer, you got the plan You are the man, slapping hands, American Ok Boomer Ok Boomer, ok Boomer You got the plan, you are the man, American Existential bullshit, meme culture Splits 50/50 percent, paradoxical speak, proper and neat Like, I like a schlickhead on a smooth beat Latinas, some booty meat Never meet, I’m a treat, lots of calories My culture love sculptures of phalluses Malice is akin to alt average This is American going savage Who is that on the ballot? I wanna bap rattle him Put you in a goddamn padded room You can’t drive for shit, you can’t handle it You believe in phantom news over your man and crew I’d be one of The 100, you’d be one of the Munchkins Eat you like a dumpling, dip you in the sour cream I’ll have you repeating, like Ed Gein I do murder, like human beings, freakishly I do off color jokes better than Hasan Minhaj Throw the sweats on, if you wanna jog Mask on, mask off, in my balaclava Refugee, like I’m the Dalai Lama Charlie, Lima, India, Foxtrot, Foxtrot, I will fall off Trumping you moderates, I can’t shake this gall off Ok Boomer, ok Boomer Baby boom boom, smash the button, how you doing? Good I guess Your parents went to war and so did your kids Ok Boomer, ok Boomer Slow that post-industrial complex, prison obsession Overconvenient sexual innuendo entertainment made for sickos Ok Boomer Ok Boomer, ok Boomer Boom Boom Boom Boom”