G.R.R. (Generation Royal Rumble)

Genny 1, Genny 2, Every Genny has their fools Genny 3, Genny 4, Every Genny wants some more Genny 5, Genny 6, Every Genny Slips and Slips into the mist abyss Hypocrisy abound, found new era freedom Fires, a few baby boomers fuming Plus every Genny conspires, social indoctrinate Make standard operating table procedures Inoculating the weakest, of the links The chain clinks, in infinite succession Multiply then divide, then make it hard to survive Tell em lies, sell em I's, don't allow compromise Annihilate, dominate, confiscate, create hate Wait in the wings like a tiger bout to devastate Until it's too late, and that is what they tell you So let me, sell you, a little story Genny Y, Genny X, Every single Genny frets, frets Genny A, Genny B, Every Genny thinks they're Free, free, free Genny Who, Genny Which Sorry kids, life's just a bitch War room strange, love, or call me Captain Kong Riding bombs, down in the track with zero qualms Snare navigation for rhythm creation Jazz halls, in cyber matrix time capsules Enraptured with the captured time Lasso pantomime divine, listen for the mission Within, given, living, rhyme Designed to be alive Dive into soundscape bombastic warzones Bass and drum crack into ear goggle Experience delirious wandering Searching for the beat, without squandering ​ The heat, and then we get onto number 3 Onto number 3 Genny 1, Genny 2, Every Genny has their fools Genny 3, Genny 4, Every Genny wants some more Genny 5, Genny 6, Every Genny Slips and slips and slips into the mist abyss, and that's it Up is down, left is right, clowns abound Endless nights, zealots dangle fruit For mangled minds so destitute 2 plus 2 equals 5, every Winston defeated Truth is dead, truth is bled, truth is red Truth is met, with scorn from envious Walking dead, minds subdued, pay the dues Union into modern rules for fools Filled fraught with glued Amalgamation hives, Kings are dead Queens are ghost, Princes rinsed with a toast Emperors got new clothes Set the fires and let em roast Set the fires and let em roast Set the fires and let em roast Everybody for themselves is what they sell you That's what they tell you So surfers become Serfs Of course we've been usurped We flat look like jerks, while a hands up our skirts Inert, inadvertently they flirt with our rights Thinking we concur