[Intro] You blocked me? Cute. So why you still watching? ... Alt account? There you are. [Hook] HATEFOLLOW HATEFOLLOW Say you can’t stand me but you never log off HATEFOLLOW HATEFOLLOW Whole lotta venom for somebody this involved Talk shit Screenshot Refresh Repeat You hate me so much you memorized me HATEFOLLOW HATEFOLLOW Baby... That’s not hate. That’s chemistry. [Verse 1] You got my name in your mouth like dick goo, Talk big online, whole thread about what I do, Quote-tweet twice, then delete that shit, Come back six minutes later with a paragraph fit. You mad at my songs? Cool, stream ’em again. You hate how I dress? Saved pics in your DMs. You swear I’m cringe, say I’m washed, say I’m weird, But somehow know what I posted before half my friends. That’s dedication. Honestly inspiring. Got you refreshing my page like your paycheck depends on timing. “Fuck Nezkith!” Yeah? Keep typing. Every insult got timestamps. You’re basically archiving. [Hook] HATEFOLLOW HATEFOLLOW Say you can’t stand me but you never log off HATEFOLLOW HATEFOLLOW Whole lotta venom for somebody this involved Talk shit Screenshot Refresh Repeat You hate me so much you memorized me HATEFOLLOW HATEFOLLOW Baby... That’s not hate. That’s chemistry. [Verse 2] You got burner accounts nesting like Russian dolls, One says “mid,” one says “fraud,” one watches all. You made a meme. Not funny. Still saved it. Sent it to three group chats, then watched who reacted. You call me obsessed? That’s adorable. You got push notifications like I’m your fucking orbital. Every typo documented, every post autopsied, Every photo zoomed in like you work homicide. Then you say, “I barely think about him.” Sure. And I barely notice how long you stare. See, here’s the funny part: You know my habits. Know my angles. Know my hooks. Know my cadence. You know which shirt I wear too much. You know the rabbit. You know the grave shit. You know the bass drops. You know the playlist. ... You sure this is beef? Because from here it looks like foreplay. [Instrumental Break] [Verse 3] Okay. New theory. You don’t wanna fight me. You wanna fuck me. You wanna act disgusted while you check if I’m online nightly. All that “ew” all that “gross” all that fake-ass indignation, Meanwhile you studying me with doctoral concentration. Got my selfies open, brightness up, zoomed in, Probably mad at yourself for enjoying that grin. You call me depraved? Correct. Finally, something we agree on. Come closer. Keep talking. I like when the hate stays on. You wanna drag me? Fine. Drag me nearer. You wanna ruin me? Get in line, sweet mirror. You wanna make me shut up? That’s ambitious. I got worse ideas and significantly less inhibition. Now every mean little comment sounds different somehow. “Can’t stand him.” Mm-hm. Say it louder. You been lurking so long you practically moved in. At this point, you’re not a hater. You’re a fan with a degradation kink. [Break] Red receipts on. Alt account open. Heart rate up. Still mad? ... Good. [Final Hook] HATEFOLLOW HATEFOLLOW Say you can’t stand me but you never log off HATEFOLLOW HATEFOLLOW Whole lotta venom for somebody this involved Talk shit Screenshot Refresh Repeat You hate me so much you memorized me HATEFOLLOW HATEFOLLOW Keep watching. Keep talking. Keep staring. At this point? You’re mine too. [Outro] New follower. Knew it.
