Facebook Politics

[Intro] Yeah, Variant, what up? Satellite High, Swagberg You know how, like, when somebody adds you on Facebook And then they're all like... you know? Like, this song is about that [Verse 1: Swagberg] Listen; every day I stay scrolling through the wall posts They all folks I kinda used to know, well, almost And although we not close to bros, though we talk, though But this ain't a talk show; I'm heated off what y'all wrote! It's these Facebook Politics, taking up the wall, and shit What, you gettin' testy, so you start erasin' all of it? Yup. I guess you're not equipped to formulate an argument You're fronderin' from hutchers. What, what, can't hit it Fuck you [Hook] We get it in on the Facebook Politics We go hard with the Facebook Politics You talkin' shit on some Facebook wall 'n shit? You 'bout to get a face full of Facebook Politics [Verse 2: Satellite High] You know what's more annoying then cat pics Rebecca Black videos, and people really all up in that shit? A loud and pitiful faction Of people thinkin' internet opinions are political actions With no tact, no chances are wasted Lies from the gates with some rants that you copy-and-pasted And shoved in the faces Of high-school acquaintances that you ain't seen for ages But I don't see ya'll makin' no case It's the same pick and choose from lame Wikipedia pages Click it if the media plays it Repeat it if you're feeling enraged, but never try to engage it You can read and repeat it But every time you feel undefeated, your feed get deleted Man, please, if you mean what you mentioned Be ready to defend it with more than a need for attention [Hook] [Verse 3: Swagberg] Some say to stop war, you, like, oh, like, surrender? Oh, and I ain't really fuckin' with your pro-life agenda I compose, write, and send, hella composed icy tempers So, in Facebook debates, I am a so-nice contender Call me Femen, I.C., call me nemesis, I'm hella cocky Gettin' lefties all up on your wall, then I will end you promptly Not afraid to say you're raised wrong, and I will tell your mommy Plus, my D.V. six will kill your fascist like a felon Commie Sorry if I'm insolent, but your opinion isn't shit It's insufficient, isn't intricate considerin' you're just a simpleton You pissin' shit, I ain't even into this You sick it, and you're ready, I'm just mixin' out your influence Like drillin' through the innuit, sick, speak, delete It's easy, cause you think it's completely replete With misbeliefs; and I've seen the way you tease decent peeps I'ma ride it like the night, just the piece keep police [Hook]