Boomer Humor

[Chorus]
Wife bad
Phone bad
Wife bad
Phone bad
Wife bad
Phone bad
Wife bad
Phone bad

[Verse 1]
All these mumble rappers, I ain't gotta crumble cappers
Looking at Gen Z like; "where your manners?"
And they looking at me like ''I can't zoom this book"
And they ain't got a job, I wanna bloom a cook
Took 'em long enough, told 'em I wanted a "vroom"
But all they wanted to do was listen to MF Doom
I mean, they just too lazy
I mean, they just too crazy
I mean, where's the daisy?
I ain't gonna have no more babies
I already learned my lesson with these ladies

[Chorus]
Wife bad
Phone bad
Wife bad
Phone bad
Wife bad
Phone bad
Wife bad
Phone bad
Wife bad
Phone bad
Wife bad
Phone bad
Wif-

[Verse 2]
I ain't need no character, better not mess my terrace up
Error and terror, man you bastards better watch out
Sharer and bearer, bad news, channel cruise
Better not be a beggar, ever
Look in the mirror so everything just gets a little bit clearer
Never quittin', this shit stellar, no condition
Always clever, this my era, send ya a letter
It ain't even my native language, but my English better than yours
In this state of anguish, better get her with the roars
All this shit I manage to keep up
And I just never give up
My vantage, with a sandwich, y'all should vanish
Languish, they ain't even here
All my opponents look like they were beaten clean
And I just beat 'em, clear?

[Outro]
Spicy
Nah, that's spicy
Yeah, I didn't stop recording
Whatever, I don't really care
Oh wait, I [inaudible] the other things
Aww, shit
Yeah, I forgot
I'm talking to myself, yes, I am