This is a song about "Computer engineering"

Reading your so called rap almost made me break my computer.

Far as lyrical precision i'm imperial loser

Now this is what i call an evening

I be engineering or either concealing

Moron spitting bars behind his computer screen

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

Slit sparks with a razor, hooked up to a taser, so as im slicing her i can tase her

Inspired by those around me, required to rhyme to become a leader and to leave this computer,

They'll tell you i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

Polluting my computer are the sons of such medusas//a mess

This is not somethin that i wrote for tha queens

But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genes

That's that computer love

And what i done just ain't enough

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Hey teens is me your leader miley i know yall starin at the computer,