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”
