Invisible Headsmacks ft. Don Dubious Lyrics

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 fuck your heads at pause

Invisible

Uh

Invisible

Yeah, yeah invisible head smacks

Now tell me why you said that

Man where the fuck 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