Invisible Headsmacks (feat. Don Dubious)

Death is too easy for you, bitch I want you to suffer Invisible Uh invisible Yeah Invisible head smacks. Now tell me why you said that Man where the f*ck your heads at pause Invisible Uh Invisible Yeah, yeah invisible head smacks Now tell me why you said that Man where the f*ck your heads Just another day of shit posting and rage farming Fertilized finsta pages the seeds of a misinformant Cyber bullies Just a bunch of walking trigger warnings You just want to have some impact Your real life it haunts you Became an incel because the women you want don't want you So you hide behind a profile typing about who wronged you Always spewing your opinion like it holds some weight Bitch in real life your presence hardly holds no space We probably laughed you out the barber shop the time you spoke on Hiphop Can tweet about the hood, but you ain't never made a pit stop But now you got a podcast tell me when the shit stops Be hating one minute the next minute you dick hop Now everything from sports to politics you a expert Your ex got an only fans, you mad she's doing sex work But you the one fucking the vibe up for subscribers You the one getting exposed for target goals You just doing what you know, because everything is a show Yeah, everybody's a cynic Yeah, everybody's a critic Everybody's a acidic Who got the hottest take Nobody meaning what they say Just the most provocative bait Wish you bitches get evicted from these content houses Y'all can't tell this shit's a skit People commenting thousands arguing bickering falling out with people about it Living through memes Anything to keep the arousal Put your motherfucking phone down Oh the internet is fake, uh, put your motherfucking phone down The internet is fake. Yeah Yeah I swear this shit fell apart when standards became gatekeeping Everybody found workarounds for the work All the rappers sound the same All the niggas dress alike Women got the same bodies Nobody respecting life What happened to the traditions What happened to the recipes Every time I'm scrolling through shit I feel the lesser me It's stressing me, they say they free thinkers Cause how they figure make me want to smack a nigga But maybe I'm just triggered lowered vibrations So toxic. It's like libations Intoxicated drunk off indoctrinations all this overcompensating No props just propagating Nobody with proper gating from propaganda they populating Boundaries are obsolete can't stop the reach Now these niggas waving guns on their gram I hope they ops retreat Wake up in the morning You check instagram you see a chick shaking her ass now you horny And then you swipe and see a car accident Now how you feel a baby just got thrown out the window Then you swipe again. Dude got his head blown off This is crazy And then you swipe again, Curry just dropped 60 You swipe again and then now you see us talking And then after that you see some more ass You don't know how to feel Your brain is going crazy