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[Intro – spoken, distorted]
Yeah…
I tried to mute it.
Tried to scroll past it.
But stupid’s loud as fuck.
[Verse 1 – rapid-fire]
Every thread’s a landfill, mouth-breathers talking like kings
Egos built on hot air, broken brains, busted dreams
Keyboard gladiators, never bled, never learned
Just parroting the same shit till the whole place burns
You confuse being loud with being right, that’s cute
Think disrespect is power, nah, that just screams “brute”
Flexing fake wisdom you stole from a meme
No spine, no thought, no original gene
You don’t debate, you bark
Don’t think, just react
Regurgitate bullshit, then call that a “fact”
Circle-jerk champions, clapping for trash
If ignorance was money, you’d be swimming in cash
Talking shit with no weight, no proof, no soul
Just noise in the void with a god complex hole
Zona used to mean something, now it’s static and rot
Too many clowns, not enough fucking thought
[Hook – aggressive, chant-style]
I’m sick of your bullshit, sick of the noise
Sick of fake men acting loud like boys
Being an asshole ain’t a badge of respect
It’s a billboard saying “I peaked at inept”
Yeah, I’m sick of your bullshit, sick of the act
Sick of dumb fuck energy dressed up as fact
If this hits too close, good — that’s the test
If you’re mad right now, you’re probably the mess
[Verse 2 – faster, angrier]
You thrive on attention like rats on crumbs
Say nothing of value but expect applause from bums
Every comment’s a contest for who’s more vile
No humor, no wit, just bile on bile
Mistake cruelty for confidence, rage for a plan
But strip the screen away, you’re a trembling man
Afraid to be quiet, afraid to be wrong
So you scream half-truths in an echoing song
You call it “keeping it real,” nah, it’s lazy and thin
Real takes courage, not dogpiling skin
Real means listening, learning, evolving your stance
Not shitposting your way through a dopamine dance
I don’t hate opinions — I hate when they’re dumb
When pride blocks growth and the mouth still runs
If brains were required, you’d fail the exam
But Zona hands microphones to every spam
[Bridge – half-time, venomous]
This ain’t cancel culture
This ain’t moral high ground
This is me turning feedback
Into a verbal beatdown
You want fire?
Cool, inhale this truth
Respect ain’t demanded
It’s proven, you goof
[Verse 3 – fastest, no breath]
You confuse sarcasm with being sharp
But your edge is dull, just teeth on bark
Every “lol” hides insecurity
Every insult screams immaturity
You ain’t rebels, you ain’t elite
You’re predictable scripts on repeat
Same tired takes, same tired tone
Same fragile rage behind the phone
Zona ain’t toxic — it’s overcrowded
Too many loud mouths, too few grounded
If being decent feels like oppression to you
That says way more about you than it do about truth
I’m not here to be liked
I’m here to be clear
Your bullshit’s exhausting
And I’m done being near
[Hook – final, shouted]
I’m sick of your bullshit, sick of the noise
Sick of fake men acting loud like boys
Assholes.
Details
GeneratedJan 3, 2026
Duration3:34
LanguageEnglish
Style
Dark industrial trap beat, 150 BPM, distorted bass, aggressive double-time rap with venomous, snarled delivery
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Prompt by
JonnyOnit
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