His bears are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy

His cat’s outside already, mom’s spaghetti

He’s nervous, but on the surface, his posts are calm and ready

To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgetting

What he wrote down, the whole comm goes so loud

He opens his laptop, but the words won’t come out

He’s chokin’, how? Everybody’s jokin’ now

The clock’s run out, time’s up, over, blaow

Snap back to reality, ope, there goes gravity

Ope, there goes ABC, he choked, he’s so mad

But he won’t give up that easy, no, he won’t have it

He knows his whole back’s to these ropes, it don’t matter

He’s dope, he knows that, but he’s broke, he’s so stagnant

He knows when he goes back to this bad post, that’s when it’s

Back to the lab again, yo, this old rhapsody

Better go capture this moment and hope it don’t pass him

His post’s escaping through this hole that is gaping

This comm is mine for the taking, make me mod

As we move toward a new world order

A normal life is boring, but capitalism’s

Close to post-mortem, it only grows harder

Lenin grows hotter, he blows, it’s all over

These hoes is all on him, coast-to-coast shows

He’s known as the Hexbear, lonely roads

God only knows he’s grown farther from home, he’s no father

He goes home and barely knows his own daughter

But hold your nose 'cause here goes the cold water

These Hexbears don’t want him no mo’, he’s cold product

They moved on to the next schmoe who posts

He nose-dove and sold nada, and so the soap opera

Is told, it unfolds, I suppose it’s old, partner

But the beat goes on, da-da-dom, da-dom, dah-dah-dah-dah