Catch me in the stall scribblin’ phallic graffiti
My rhymes designed to pleasure like the goddess Aphrodite
My style proves most vile in the presence of a cracker
Cause the white man is invasive and a cultural attacker

Generation Y is fucking knee deep in the static
Consume vomit content EVERYDAY like automatic
300 images a second set your eyes on fire
While you let that cat gang sound take you higher AND higher

In that cold dark world we never prepared for
The information generation with education to be paid for
Trade in your attention spans In favor of a nos can
and smartphone in the other hand

Just a millennial man we’re the dead generation
Send me your nudes Bluetooth via the playstation
Snapchat you a pic of my fist like SHUT UP
Go blog about it, bitch, your whine fills up my cup

Breakless like a kid in Vietnam making nikes
Exploring your psyche, you just can’t fight me
I’ve devised these lines to wet the appetitey
They jab your body with the left and then hook the righty

Relentless progression lyricism borders on obsession
Hear my confession it’s the lesson that I’m stressin’
Take 2 pills of vitamin D for seasonal depression
And feel the pressure lessen, my brethren