Boomer Humor

Lyrics

[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