[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.

Stupid's loud as fuck here