Don't Be a Mr. Magoo

Don't be a Mr. McGoo
Blocked me, boo? Then why you still view?
You don't get no contact and a front-row too
You don't get to play judge and show up like a groupie
You said we're canceled — so stop watchin' our movie
You hate us... 'cause you ain't us
Hate's a mirror — you just can't face us
So keep lurkin' and don't try to replace us
Don't. Be. A. Mr. McGoo.

You typed "NO CONTACT" like it was court ordered
Then lurk like Netflix gave you a restraining order
Said we're done, but you glued to the screen
Peepin' my page like a gossip queen
You ain't dangerous, you ain't deep
Just a drama king with a coward streak
Got your feelings hurt, then hit delete
Now you stalkin' like a fan with dirty feet
Blocked us like a man — then stalked us like a pussy
Wanna act hard? Then call. Speak truth.
Or sit your petty ass down and sip your juice.
Don't. Be. A. Mr. McGoo.

Don't be a Mr. McGoo
You ghosted us... but forgot to vanish
Talkin' tough, but your balls say pussy, through and through
You hate us... 'cause you ain't us
You don't get to play judge and show up like a groupie
You said we're canceled — so stop watchin' our movie
Hate's a mirror — you just can't face us
So keep lurkin' and don't try to replace us
Don't. Be. A. Mr. McGoo.

You think you're the king? The tribal chief?
But real men don't swing with keyboard teeth
You canceled us over nothin', bro
Like a toddler throwin' fits on a talk show
You don't speak to us, but you're scrollin' hard
Clickin' every name like a gossip guard
You're waitin' on dirt? Ain't nothin' new
But your obsession's louder than your fake breakthrough
Ain't blocked — just bored. Still thirsty for drama.
You wanna lead this family?
Then grow some balls — and call your mama.
Don't. Be. A. Mr. McGoo.

You block like a bouncer. Stalk like a fan.
Tryna play predator with toddler games, man.
Send a text. Say it straight. Clear the air.
Or keep hidin' like a coward in a keyboard chair.
You chose no contact? Cool. We get it.
But you still read my captions like you never said it
You don't want peace — you want control
But you lost that crown when you lost your soul

We see you lurkin'. You're not slick.
Still tappin' through like a nosy chick.
You blocked me like a man.
But you stalk me like a bitch.
Don't. Be. A. Mr. McGoo.

You said we're gone.
Then act like it.
You ain't the judge —
And we're done with your scene.