[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]