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Boomer by MC Shagster Lyrics

Genre: rap | Year: 2019

Karen, get me another Bud Lite!
Did you take the kids again?
Ah, millennials, Play play play! No Work
Back in my day, we didn’t even have the internet!

Hey the names Clint, i’m 65
I read the paper, and listen to 91.5
Got the blue checkered shirt, now I got the rhymes
It’s time to spit fire
Right into this mic, Alright

Ruined the economy, that’s just what I do
Got 24 homes, from New York to Peru, it’s true
Bought my first house at the age of 22
It’s easy, libtard, just do what I do

Riding lawn mower, avid churchgoer
Monster, Bud lite, competitive bowler
I go fishing with some dip and red ice cooler
Been making fat stacks since I was a high schooler
College is for libtards, just look at me
Been making 90k since I was 19
It’s not hard to be rich, as far as I can see
Just have wealthy parents, and a good economy

Hey the names Clint, i’m 65
I read the paper, and listen to 91.5
Got the blue checkered shirt, now I got the rhymes
It’s time to overload
This transmission line, Alright

Taxation is theft, illusions of grandeur
The only ones that should be taxed are blacks and the poor
My kids never visit, never wanna play cards
But why would I care… they’re libtards!

Riding lawn mower, avid churchgoer
Fox News, sanguineous ooze, beer thrower
Karen thinks that peppermint cures disease
She’s right, like how autism was created by vaccines

I eat my protein, vacation in the Philippines
I Have a couple cleaners (They’re also from the Philippines)
It’s not hard to be rich, as far as I can see
Just have rich parents, and a good economy!
Hey the names Clint, i’m 65
I read the paper, and listen to 91.5
Got the blue striped shirt, now I got the rhymes
It’s time to spit fire
Right into this mic, Alright

I’m just a little bit racist… Just kidding, a lot
But why should I care, their taxes pay for my yacht
This country is doomed, kids don't wanna work hard
Like the Mexicans mowing my backyard
Riding lawn mower, avid churchgoer
Monster, Bud lite, competitive bowler
I go fishing with a vest and red ice cooler
Been making fat stacks since I was a high schooler

Hey the names Clint, i’m 65
I read the paper, and listen to 91.5
Got the blue striped shirt, now I got the rhymes
It’s time to spit fire
Right into this mic, Alright

Hey the names Clint, i’m 65
I read the paper, and listen to 91.5
I’m getting kinda tired, and my heads hurting hard
My heart’s not beating
Libtards…