Corona Culture Shock #Nerdcore

Gotta go to town today gonna take the bike instead,
gives me a bit of time to play-around in my head.

I pull up to the store and lock up my ride,
some lemming tells me I need a mouth cover to get inside.

MOUTH COVER

Fuck man I just need to buy a new windshield wiper,
out in public lookin’ like your eating shit from a diaper.

Enforcing regulations on society like we’re cattle at the farm,
they say just a mouth cover for a couple weeks don’t sound the alarm.

Believing the news and government like their preaching gospel,
virtue signaling for society you’re really quite awful.

Whatever dude I just won’t drive in the rain,
hop on the bike as I light one up to relax my brain.

Everyone out in public wearing plastic shields and surgical masks,
what if you kill my grandma because you don’t conform some lady asks.

Beautiful day I think I’ll stop by an relax a minute at the park,
Fuck I see the 5-0 rolling up and I know things are about to get dark.

MOUTH COVER

Look man I’m just out here tryin’ to enjoy the breeze,
Citizen don’t you know cornavirus can spread through trees,

It’s our job to protect you from the viruses nature,
don’t try and refuse either because we’ve got the legislature.

Are you fucking kidding me dude I’m just gonna go home,
new video game I’ll take out my frustration on the enemy teams dome.

Running inside I lock the door behind me like it’s doomsday,
zombie apocalypse is here and I don’t think it’s going away.

Communities falling one by one as they shred your brainnnns,
whatever though I’m just gonna roll one up and play some gammmes.

MOUTH COVER

Embrace Your Inner Troll #Nerdcore

Hey gamer,

Pick up your creativity off the floor,
it’s time to embrace your inner troll.

Society trying to remove us from the scene,
avoiding the ban spree like an internet submarine.

Torpedo’s locked and loaded ready to take out the base,
thinkin’ we’re evil that’s just not the case.

Tryna silence our voice with this keyword censor ship,
3 2 1 time to give it my all and let’er rip.

All these normies riding the system in that reinforced hull,
lookin’ like a carnival cruise line every room full.

Don’t question the narrative the media doesn’t lie,
they only give facts and truths don’t even try an deny.

Time to wake up ta reality before they start culling,
grab ahold of the rope a tug o wear and start pulling.

Watchin’ ya sink we pullin’ souls from the water like it’s the Titanic,
don’t be scared though kid the trolls are here no need to panic.

When you’re able to jump from their boat we’re ready,
pick ya up in our troll powered spaceship holden’ in it steady.

World wide collapse being televised with imminence,
watchin’ it all unfold ya stuck in cognitive dissonance.

Forced to attack the system with our metabolic hyperbole,
lyrical IED’s strapped to our chest we comin’ at ya universally.

Got our factory pumpin’ out war ships for the armada,
wrappin’ around their throat like a 20 ft anaconda.

We’ll use our depression an anxiety as ammo,
smoke ya on the battlefield like a stick of tobacco.

Fearless warriors harnessing their inner wit,
troll army rollin’ out in force and you can’t stop it.

Soldiers with an IQ higher than your credit score,
world on lock down we about to join the war.

Like the Vietcong we’re underground preparing,
radio cranked up got that cringe core hip hop blaring.

Target acquired we got eyes on their weak spot,
holes in the armor we’re busy lining up the red dot.

Ban one and we’ll show up with our html browser powers,
fake accounts and bots we’ll be plowin’ the cowards.

Bury em under the fruit trees use’in em as fertilizer,
leave em beggin’ for water in the God’s internal fire.

We weren’t meant to live in social solitary,
so grab your application to the troll military.

All hands on deck we’re at war with the elite,
time to get on your feet and turn up the heat.

I’m the CEO #Nerdcore

I’m the CEO and you’ll do what I say,
doesn’t matter how many politicians I gotta sway.

Pump your phone full of propaganda til ya change ya tone,
like a good little citizen you’ll always obey my throne.

Subconsciously you won’t even realize it’s idolatry,
as you start to follow the beat of my archaeolatry.

Virtue signaling as a vegan you protest to eat herbicide,
meanwhile society is starving like a modern day genocide.

Monsanto, Apple, Nike we’re all the same things,
just one man behind the scenes pullin’ the strings.

President Red or blue doesn’t matter they’re both my bitch,
controlling the media narrative like a modern day witch.

Don’t bother just leave your conspiracy theories at the door,
if we needa we’ll drop another cointel pro for the poor.

World on lock down we’ll start to round up the dissident,
can’t blame me either because you were complicit-in-it.

Hop on my yacht and go for a cruise in the Caribbean,
watching the news laughing at your mouth covers, stupid peon.

Now go get your vaccine so I can add another digit to my account,
don’t worry if you can’t afford it I’ll give ya a discount.

Best part is if something goes wrong you can’t even sue me,
if you knew the truth I’d probably be hangin’ from a tree.

Don’t worry though I paid off the mayor and his police force,
drinkin’ beers with senator as we hit balls at the golf course.

Already sculpted your mind to my desire like potters clay,
only thing left for you to do is submit to me and obey.

I’ma clean out your bank account like your ex wife,
Call me Papi, Daddy, I’m the CEO and I control your life.

Only taking orders from the Pope to maintain the secret,
my Freemason henchmen workin’ day and night to keep it.

Flashing their devil horns for NASA on command,
mention this online and we’ll make sure your banned.

Got ya jumpin’ an clappin’ for your own mental enslavement,
in reality my boots holding ya head down to the pavement.

All twisted up in my version of the stockholm syndrome,
eatin’ up every word the television gives like it’s honeycomb.

Caught ya starin’ at the headlights on the highway like a deer,
and I’ma keep injecting society with more and more fear.

Best thing you can do now is just ignore this song,
go back to lookin at chicks on Instagram in’a thong.
last thing I want is some peasants like you thinkin’ they’re strong.