Blanks - Boomer Anthem Lyrics

Dot com era, new boomers
Put your headset on
Those are your shooters
Little fat boys tryna play Duke Nukem
Bet they not even old enough to know what Doom is
Get your ass in the sunlight, skin's white like Chrismastime
Built like a tree with your Charlie Brown hairline
Stop tryna talk black
Don't even know your lines
F*ck you think you are boy, a reverse mime?
Bitch I'm Dali the way I melt time
Goin' off beat like a dad with a belt like
Goin' off beat like my heart lines
Might catch heat in their headlines
I bodied that pussy, I call that a deadline
Only fire in my spot like I'm a red line
Them conservatives might cut my mic
But I can win 'em over if I say a few lines like.
"It ain't in my rights to play nice
Cuz I play ball, strike you out in thrice
And I don't speak to no foreign types."
Right? That's what you like?
Y'all on 6ix9ine and Lil Dicky
Hicks bump trap in an F150
Yuppy libtards wanna act like sissies
Closet racist, why don't you LGBT
I see your Achilles and you sound so silly
What you listen to, like, really?
You must like Logic
Didn't know you were retarded
Don't compare me to Mac Miller or Watsky
Say I'm Eminem and I'll commit my Kamikaze
If I'm white privileged, who's gonna stop me?
I can rob a bank with no body cam on me
Police will never make me no Rodney
Man, f*ck that
New Walt Disney
Don't Tread On Me
You wannabe Mickey
You a rat like Remy
I'm a lion, king me
Liftin' up libtards like Rafiki
Too easy
Easy
Easy
Easy
Easy
Easy
Easy
Easy
My suicide on Instagram live
I might televise it to the New York Times
I'm just tryna see what this green do
Splittin' up cash like the EU
Bills on me color of Shifu
Renminbi on me, Karate Kid 2
Mark on your head like a Hindu
One shot, bitch, and I'll end you
I'm seeing 3-D like red, blue, red, blue
FBI can't stay on my tempo
I'm made of the internet
I'm made of the internet
I'm made of the internet