Old Fogey Vs. Whippersnapper

Lyrics

The old fogey is a cold OG What'd you say, whippersnapper? I suppose you prefer a stripper rapper Your fitted cap looks like shitted crap And whoever put that jockstrap on your head, give it back! You look like a club member that forgot the password Ain't nobody mistaken you for an athlete, you fat bastard In the hall of ['chines?] where the full-of-shit kids be Trippin' over wallet jeans, playing Ultimate Frisbee Listen, kitty Underground ain't a sound, it means you dig with a shovel Till you find what you love all up under the rubble Mind if I join you? skeletons left out to rot What are you rebelling against "what do you got? ha ha ha" I'm throwing out your dude ads Your wall of [Absolut ads?] And your [sine glossy and my two nads?] I really don't give a damn A 300 lb chick asked for my signature, I wrote 'To My Biggest Fan' I'm so dope, I make priests write notes like "Dear, Pope Old fogey Paul B made me lose hope The prayers I [air are?] a joke compared to stares of the boys I groped Love, Priest" "Dear, Priest You sound young, let's elope Love, Pope" The new reality show brought to you by Scope Ass cream for tag team blaspheme They wear dresses and hats like they're drag queens "That's mean!" Sample: (well what are you gonna do about it?)