KaiMan130 – Logged Out Lyrics

Logged Out – KaiMan130 Lyrics

(Intro)

Yeah. Still here? Still spamming the same brain-dead script?

Let’s talk about it. No AI-generated generic garbage

Let's call it exactly what it fucking is

Turn the monitor up. Look

(Verse 1)

You running around with a tag like you a syndicate

But every fucking thing you type just proves that you illiterate

"UTTP is better," yeah, you copy and you paste it

Millions of comments, and every single one is wasted

Hiding behind a logo from a game you didn't make

A bunch of pre-teen bots and every single one is fake

You claim you run the net, claim you putting on a fight

But you piss your fucking pants the second screens turn to night

You trolling creators who are actually building a name

While you sit in the replies, a total symptom of shame

"Your content is trash, look at my channel instead"

Brother, nobody is clicking, go to sleep in your bed

You got no original bars, you got no original flow

Just a network of literal kids who got nowhere to go

Spamming the same report button, thinking that you making moves

But the only thing you're breaking is the community rules

(Chorus)

UTTP? Nah, you out the paint, move

Hiding in the comments with the same old view

Zero subscribers, zero talent, zero clout

We turning off notifications, clearing you the fuck out

Yeah, you out the paint, move

Nothing but a bot net, nothing really new

Pack up the keyboard, end of the regime

You ain’t a hacker, kid, you're just a joke behind a screen

(Verse 2)

Let’s dive a little deeper since you wanted some more

You a parasitic stain on the comment section floor

Think you tough because you raided some random Discord server?

With twenty different alt accounts, screaming with fervor?

It’s pathetic. It’s embarrassing. It’s sad as fuck to watch

A bunch of middle-schoolers trying to act top-notch

You ain't an elite squad, you a goddamn virus

Getting bitched out of forums by a basic auto-mod crisis

"Officer, look, I put a strike on his page!"

While you sitting in your room crying with digital rage

You don't edit, you don't animate, you don't even stream

Your whole entire existence is a copied-and-pasted meme

You want the smoke? You can't even light the match

A bunch of faceless nobodies, a broken-down batch

Of script-kiddie wannabes who never touched grass

We laughing at your operations, kicking your ass

(Chorus)

UTTP? Nah, you out the paint, move

Hiding in the comments with the same old view

Zero subscribers, zero talent, zero clout

We turning off notifications, clearing you the fuck out

Yeah, you out the paint, move

Nothing but a bot net, nothing really new

Pack up the keyboard, end of the regime

You ain’t a hacker, kid, you're just a joke behind a screen

(Outro)

Yeah. Go ahead and paste your little reply

Nobody cares. The algorithm doesn't even know you're alive

Shut the laptop down

Get the fuck out of here