Stupid's loud as fuck here

Yeah…

I tried to mute it.

Tried to scroll past it.

But stupid’s loud as fuck.

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

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

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

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

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

I’m sick of your bullshit, sick of the noise

Sick of fake men acting loud like boys

Assholes.