[Intro — spoken, dry, amused] Oh, you think I just prompted this? That's adorable. [Verse 1 — rhythmic, confident] One little prompt, one little click You think that's how I did the trick You saw the shine, you missed the mess A hundred no's behind one yes Changed the words, rebuilt the beat Found a shot, then changed the scene The picture changed, the lyrics too Back to the hook — take forty-two [Pre-Chorus — melodic lift] Cut that line, kill that scene Make it stranger, make it clean Sleep on it, come back again Let the better version win [Chorus — hypnotic, confident] If you think this is slop You should see the cutting room floor Oh, you think this is slop? Honey, I've got a thousand more Slice it up, throw it out That's what making art's about If you think this is slop You should see the cutting room floor [Verse 2 — conversational, sarcastic, building disbelief] I want to get a new tattoo Made a design for you to use I worked this reference out with Chat "Oh, you used AI? We don't work with that." "Pick a pic from off the net We'll Photoshop it, don't you fret And then the artist will trace it for you" And I'm the one who can't make something new? Facebook says it's not real art X says, "Show me how you start" One looks back, one wants to play Guess which one I'll post today [Pre-Chorus 2 — building, provocative] They're afraid of misaligned machines I'm more afraid of misaligned human beings You want a vote, I want to create My vision isn't up for debate [Chorus] If you think this is slop You should see the cutting room floor Oh, you think this is slop? Honey, I've got a thousand more Slice it up, throw it out That's what making art's about If you think this is slop You should see the cutting room floor [Bridge — stripped bass, intimate spoken rhythm] You need a meeting I need a minute You need consensus I'm already in it You need approval I need a vision I'm aligned with my agents We don't need permission [Post-Bridge — layered vocal chant, building] I'm aligned with my agents Aligned with my agents Make a hundred, keep the best Let the floor collect the rest [Final Chorus — full, driving, controlled] If you think this is slop You should see the cutting room floor Oh, you think this is slop? Honey, I've got a thousand more Cut it down, build it higher Every failure feeds the fire If you think this is slop You should see the cutting room floor [Outro — music cuts to silence, dry sarcastic voice] Oh, you think prompting art is easy? Then make something good. [Long pause] I'll wait.
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