Chads and Stacys

“Life don’t hand you nothin’… you either take it or get took.”

Young gooner in the corner, eyes on the floor,
Picked on daily, heart always sore.
Dreams too big, but the world too small,
Sensitive soul, tryna stand tall.

Runnin’ through the playground, they throwin’ shade,
Name-calling bullets, every word a blade.
He ain’t built for fightin’, nah, he’s built to feel,
World cold as steel, heart ready to kneel.

Notes in his notebook, scribbles of escape,
Tabs in the mind, every fantasy draped.
Mama said, “Boy, keep your head high,”
But every push, every shove made him wanna cry.

Whispers in the locker, laughter in the hall,
Every little crack made him feel small.
But inside he’s burning, a fire unseen,
A sensitive warrior, lost in the screen.

Young gooner in the corner, eyes on the floor,
Picked on daily, heart always sore.
Dreams too big, but the world too small,
Sensitive soul, tryna stand tall.

Tucked away in the corner of the cyber cafe,
Tabs poppin’ open, he drifts far away.
Edge of reality, heart on the line,
Fantasy flickers, feels like he’s divine.

Wishes for friends, wishes for more,
But loneliness hangs heavy like a closed door.
Desires unspoken, dreams unshaped,
Every secret longing quietly draped.

They don’t see him, he moves unseen,
Life of a gooner, caught in the machine.
But every night builds a skill of the mind,
A throne of pixels, a kingdom he’ll find.

“From the shadows, we rise…
From the pain, we grow…
Every push, every shove, every lonely night,
Forged the gooner’s might.”

Young gooner in the corner, eyes on the floor,
Picked on daily, heart always sore.
Dreams too big, but the world too small,
Sensitive soul, tryna stand tall.

Life’s lessons brutal, but he’s still awake,
Building a kingdom from the edges he stakes.
Gooner youth, misunderstood, unbowed,
Silent strength hidden beneath the crowd.

Youth

From no dates, no calls, to the glow of the screen,
Pipeline dreams, dopamine streams.
Halfway free, halfway chained,
Celebrate the edge but I know I’m drained.

Started off bitter, scrollin’ them forums,
Talkin’ ‘bout Stacys, never could score ‘em.
Jealous of Chads with their picture-book lives,
I was locked in my room just killin’ the time.

Then I found bliss in the digital shrine,
Algorithm said, “Yo, this lane is mine.”
Tabs on repeat, categories spin,
Didn’t find love, but I found my sin.

From no dates, no calls, to the glow of the screen,
Pipeline dreams, dopamine streams.
Halfway free, halfway chained,
Celebrate the edge but I know I’m drained.

Now I’m crowned in pixels, priest of the edge,
Sacred loop cycle, I bow and I pledge.
Part of me proud, yeah I lean in deep,
Part of me wonders what I’ve failed to keep.

Missed connections, missed my youth,
I’m a monk of the scroll, and that’s the truth.
But the pipeline flows, can’t swim upstream,
Lost in the goonstate, lost in the dream.

Toast to the night and the glow of the shrine,
This my religion, my curse, my sign.
Is it freedom or prison? I can’t tell which,
Celebrate the edge or call it a glitch.

From no dates, no calls, to the glow of the screen,
Pipeline dreams, dopamine streams.
Halfway free, halfway chained,
Celebrate the edge but I know I’m drained.

“…the pipeline don’t stop.
It don’t care what you lost.
It just keeps flowing.”

Lonely to Goonly

Scroll, swipe, tap, it never ends,
One more page, one more bend.
Daylight gone, night begins,
Lost in the scroll, can’t find my friends.

Every lane got a label, every tag got a name,
MILF, Cougar, Step-sis, it all plays the same.
Goth girl, cosplay, college and more,
Clickin’ through aisles in an endless store.

Retro vibes, amateur, pro on the stage,
Different costumes, but it’s all the same cage.
Library of thumbnails, I’m trapped in the stacks,
Studyin’ nothing with tabs on tabs.

Scroll, swipe, tap, it never ends,
One more page, one more bend.
Daylight gone, night begins,
Lost in the scroll, can’t find my friends.

Roleplay, romance, office-type scenes,
Sci-fi, fantasy, all in between.
Tattooed, tamed, inked-up queen,
Every label just feeds the machine.

Hard to pick one, the buffet’s too wide,
Too many choices, can’t decide.
But the more I scroll, the less I feel,
Chasin’ illusions that don’t stay real.

From vintage grain to the neon gloss,
Every sign on the aisle still leaves me lost.
The more that I chase, the more I stray,
Scroll hole deeper every single day.

Scroll, swipe, tap, it never ends,
One more page, one more bend.
Daylight gone, night begins,
Lost in the scroll, can’t find my friends.

“Pick your lane, pick your tag,
But the scroll never gives back.
What’s the lesson at the end of the log?
Only that the hole’s always deeper than the catalog.”

Scroll Hole

“Okay class… today we’re talking about discipline,
About choices, about focus.
But one student seems to be… missing.
Where’s the gooner?”

I learned the wrong lessons, scrollin’ through the night,
Chasin’ neon visions under cold blue light.
Thought I had control, thought I had a plan,
But the miseducation made me less of a man.

Teacher said, “Use time wise, don’t waste your youth,”
But I traded in books for that endless loop.
Sermons on love, on building a life,
But my altar’s a monitor, my vows to the hype.

Momma said, “Boy, go outside, touch grass,”
But the feed pulls me deeper, I just watch time pass.
Every click is a lesson, every frame a sin,
Graduated summa cum laude in the cult of the screen.

I learned the wrong lessons, scrollin’ through the night,
Chasin’ neon visions under cold blue light.
Thought I had control, thought I had a plan,
But the miseducation made me less of a man.

Philosophers wrote about freedom of will,
But the autoplay preacher got me swallowing pills.
All my homies moved on, got jobs, found wives,
I’m a dropout in the basement with a glowing shrine.

They said patience is virtue, self-control divine,
But I’m locked in detention, sentenced to rewind.
Every hour’s tuition, every edge is a fee,
And the debt that I owe is forever on me.

No cap, I’m trapped, I’m the student and the clown,
Syllabus of sorrow, can’t put the lesson down.
If knowledge is power, then I threw mine away,
For the miseducation of a goon to this day.

I learned the wrong lessons, scrollin’ through the night,
Chasin’ neon visions under cold blue light.
Thought I had control, thought I had a plan,
But the miseducation made me less of a man.

“…and that concludes today’s lesson.
Remember — not all education sets you free.”

The Miseducation of a Gooner

Roommate at the door, eyes wide, frozen stare,
Caught on the edge, caught unaware.
Heart thumps loud, panic in replay,
Gooner in the shrine, trapped in the fray.

Laptop glow halo, tabs stacked like bricks,
Minutes stretched thin, trapped in the mix.
Thought I was alone, lost in my zone,
Sanctuary shattered, privacy blown.

Door swings open, roommate in shock,
Frozen mid-motion, caught in the clock.
Can’t hide the glow, can’t just log off,
Full immersion now exposed, makes me cough.

Roommate at the door, eyes wide, frozen stare,
Caught on the edge, caught unaware.
Heart thumps loud, panic in replay,
Gooner in the shrine, trapped in the fray.

Mind races fast, palms pressed to keys,
Wish I could vanish, vanish with ease.
Roommate mutters, I can’t even hear,
Blushing through shame, trapped in my sphere.

Every tick of the clock, every sound in the room,
Echoes my failure, ignites my gloom.
Sanctuary sacred, now it’s all revealed,
Caught mid ritual, no shield, no field.

“Yo… just a moment, my ritual’s my own…
Don’t judge the shrine… don’t dethrone…”

Roommate at the door, eyes wide, frozen stare,
Caught on the edge, caught unaware.
Heart thumps loud, panic in replay,
Gooner in the shrine, trapped in the fray.

Door closes slow, heartbeat still loud,
Embarrassment lingers, alone in the crowd.
Gooner life sacred, awkward and raw,
Lesson learned… or ignored — that’s the law.

Caught on the Edge

“Enlightenment ain’t always light… sometimes it’s a glow in the dark.”

Welcome to the shrine, I found my Nirvana,
Lost in the loop, dopamine mantra.
Tabs stacked high, mind in a trance,
Full immersion, this is the gooner dance.

Hours turn to days, days turn to night,
Neon reflections in my pixelated sight.
Screen glow halo, I kneel to the shrine,
Mind on fire, but the body’s confined.

No need for the world, I’m a monk in my room,
A scholar of edges, devotion in bloom.
Scroll, click, repeat, ritual refined,
Every dopamine hit a sermon designed.

Friends long gone, reality frayed,
Only the shrine and the altar I made.
Celebration and prison, side by side,
Welcome to Nirvana, the edge is my guide.

Welcome to the shrine, I found my Nirvana,
Lost in the loop, dopamine mantra.
Tabs stacked high, mind in a trance,
Full immersion, this is the gooner dance.

Meditate in motion, a monk of the screen,
Lost in the scroll, yet everything’s seen.
Fantasy temple, cathedral of light,
Every category whispering secrets of night.

MILF, Cougar, vintage, cosplay parade,
Labels like incense, each devotion displayed.
Part of me free, part of me chained,
Celebrate the edge, yet I feel the strain.

Isolation sacred, solitude deep,
Awake in the shrine while the city sleeps.
Gooner Nirvana, bliss and regret,
Full immersion locked in, no reset.

“Tab after tab, I rise and I fall…
Edge after edge, I answer the call.
Not heaven, not hell, somewhere between,
The glow of the screen is my in-between.”

Welcome to the shrine, I found my Nirvana,
Lost in the loop, dopamine mantra.
Tabs stacked high, mind in a trance,
Full immersion, this is the gooner dance.

“Enlightenment… or obsession?
In Gooner Nirvana, it’s hard to tell…”

Gooner Nirvana

I’m sorry Mama, I’m sorry Papa,
Your son’s a gooner, caught up in the drama.
Tabs stacked high, lost in the shrine,
Confessing my sins, I hope you’re fine.

Thought I could hide it, thought I was slick,
Screen glow halo, fingers on click.
Days blurred to nights, nights blurred to days,
Living in the loop, lost in the maze.

Mama said, “Son, what are you doin’?”
Papa shook his head, nothin’ was newin’.
I try to explain, but the words get stuck,
Caught in obsession, stuck in bad luck.

I’m sorry Mama, I’m sorry Papa,
Your son’s a gooner, caught up in the drama.
Tabs stacked high, lost in the shrine,
Confessing my sins, I hope you’re fine.

I ain’t proud, but I can’t lie,
Full immersion, can’t deny.
Every night alone, lost in the glow,
Trying to find something only I know.

I know it hurts, I know it strains,
But it’s a rabbit hole I can’t unchain.
I’m not broken… maybe just lost,
Paying the price, counting the cost.

“Forgive me, parents… your boy’s off the rails…
But this is my world… my holy grail…”

I’m sorry Mama, I’m sorry Papa,
Your son’s a gooner, caught up in the drama.
Tabs stacked high, lost in the shrine,
Confessing my sins, I hope you’re fine.

Door closes, silence fills the room,
Embarrassment lingers, but I resume.
Gooner life sacred, awkward and raw,
Sorry you had to find out this way, Ma and Pa.

I'm Sorry, Your Son's a Gooner

The Gooner Crooner

“Nation, nation… nation of sensation!”
“Hands in the air… but one stays down there!”

Step into the room, it’s illumination,
I rep one flag: Masturbation Nation.
Clock on the wall, don’t need vacation,
Whole weekend booked with self-dedication.

No shame in the game, I groove with persistence,
Old school beats, long stroke resistance.
Neighbors know the flow, vibrations hittin’,
Mixtape bumpin’, lotion’s what I’m spittin’.

🎶 Who we be? (Masturbation Nation!)
Can’t you see? (Self-gratification!)
Raise your hands! (One hand’s busy!)
This our jam! (Feelin’ so fizzy!)

I’m a goon on the mic, pioneer with a stroke,
Every rhyme I wrote, yeah, the bars stay woke.
From the Bronx to the net, we connect in the zone,
You ain’t never alone when you goon on your own.

Some chase fame, some chase the cash,
I chase that rhythm when the pixels flash.
Like Run-DMC with a VHS dream,
Hit rewind, slow grind, loop that scene.

🎶 Who we be? (Masturbation Nation!)
Can’t you see? (Self-gratification!)
Raise your hands! (One hand’s busy!)
This our jam! (Feelin’ so fizzy!)
Who we be? (Masturbation Nation!)
OG style! (Self-celebration!)

No guilt, no shame, just playin’ my lane,
From the boom box days to the broadband game.
Spin that track, let the DJ cut,
Hands up high—other hand in the gut!

So salute to the crew that stays dedicated,
Nation of one, never underrated.
Old school groove with a modern fixation,
You just joined the Masturbation Nation!

Masturbation Nation

DJ Doomscroll and the Incel Boys Chorus is the world's first incel boyband, expressing our pain and frustration through music.

Our second album, "The Miseducation of a Gooner", is releasing in less than a week on 9/18/2025! It is the first hip hop album tracing the full life of a gooner incel.

The 7 of us are:

DJ Doomscroll - producer and fearless leader
Ghosted Sigma - vocals
Blackpilled Blackboi - vocals
Left Swiped Lothario - keyboard and production
RopeBoyo - guitar and vocals
StacyRepeller - bass and vocals 
KHV69 - drums


Hopefully our music is more beautiful to you than our hideous appearances. 

We have just finished our first album, Blackpill Manifesto.