WiFi Warriors

Yeah…

Look, look—

You lot walk in like a boss fight scene,

But it’s more like extras from a budget teen dream.

All puffed up, yeah you flex that pose,

But I’ve seen tougher lads fight over Xbox codes.

Talking big like “yeah we run this place,”

But you still ask mum what time’s your curfew, mate.

Man said “don’t test me,” voice went squeak—

Sounded like your confidence hit puberty this week.

You move in a pack like discount wolves,

But one-on-one? Nah, the energy dulls.

Group chat warriors, typing in caps,

IRL quiet… just nods and awkward laughs.

One’s got gym pics, angles on lock,

But skips leg day like it’s part of the plot.

One thinks he’s slick, yeah smooth with chat—

Gets aired for days, can’t recover from that.

Another man swears he’s “cold” and “rude,”

But says “sorry” to chairs when he bumps into ’em, dude.

And you—yeah you—acting hard in the crew,

But Google “how to fight” when it comes down to you.

You ain’t tough, you just loud together,

Big talk now but it won’t last forever.

All bark, no bite, just noise and hype,

WiFi warriors tryna act like fighters.

Man pulled up late like he owns the street,

But it’s daddy’s car and a borrowed seat.

Rev that engine like it’s Fast & Furious—

Parking job though? Man, that’s hilarious.

You rate yourselves like top-tier kings,

But argue for hours ’bout the dumbest things.

“Who’s the strongest?” “Who’d win that scrap?”

Bro you’d both get winded running one lap.

Posting gym quotes like “pain is power,”

Then quit halfway through the second hour.

Protein shakes and a tough guy grin,

But struggle opening jars at home—just ring your kin.

All that hype but it’s paper thin,

Big bad gang till the real ones spin.

I ain’t saying names, but you know who you are—

Whole squad acting like background stars.

You ain’t tough, you just loud together,

Big talk now but it won’t last forever.

All bark, no bite, just noise and hype,

WiFi warriors tryna act like fighters.So keep flexin’ for the Insta reel,

One day you might actually keep it real.

Till then I’m here, just spitting facts—

Bunch of “hard men”… scared of spiders and texts back.