Nokia 3310

[Verse 1]
Fetid son of Jesus
Code my microwave, he's genius
Malodorous keyboard demon
Parents think his fingers make sweetness
Hack a thermostat, mind inflated
He ran a Blogger at the age of eight and
Stole your passwords from a dark web link and
His GitHub's full of teenage snake scripts

[Chorus]
My son's so good with computers
Freaky with the DigiNeo users
My son's so good with computers
Stuck my brain with the analog losers

[Verse 2]
Billionaire dreamers feed us
Mountain of your cursed fetus
No, my son won't be the Beatles
But he'll write a Zuckerberg thesis
Morals out the window, mind deleted
Chorus of the weirdo neo-elitist
Type at four times speed, General Grievous
He'll never live up to the puzzle pieces

[Chorus]
My son's so good with computers
Freaky with the DigiNeo users
My son's so good with computers
Stuck my brain with the analog losers

[Outro]
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