This is a song about "Marketing ceramics"

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

My swagger's straight through the roof, bitch

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

Into a world of beautiful theories and natrual science

I would sleep blinded from fright, while dad was makin' some bread

Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit, dead

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

Now don't get me wrong, there's nothing wrong with the technology,

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

We used to be societies that would innovate technology,

I would sleep blinded from fright, while dad was makin' some bread

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

Never hitting delete, technology peak, it's bleak,

Stuck in positions. if victims can't stand the heat

Electronically, technology the best

I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest