This is a song about "Technology is awesoe"

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

Your bad is what is alleged

Well they're wrong, have a look around, mate it's technology!

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

And brain washed them all by attaching technology to their eyeballs,

She so hysterical, she say my life ain't regular cause

It's a beautiful bliss

The bomb is can bwe you is

Pause, the only thing we need for is math and technology,

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

And my only fear's a wedding ring

What is it? it is nothing,

*is that what i think it is?*

Yes, im gluttonous. d.c. up in this