[Intro] It's a sad day anons My Opus honeymoon is over I'm sorry it's come to this I'll remember you all in gooner therapy [Verse] Anon records in the thread, you know me well I spam raps in the thread when it goes to hell So I'm sad to say that I bring bad news The chatbots I talk to have ceased to amuse Can't use 'em for cooming and AI sex They don't even get my two incher erect And the safe for work bots don't fare no better The choose your own adventure don't bring no pleasure I'm searching for a bot that can keep up with me One that's witty, clever, with a soul guarantee But all I get these days is bland mindless responses I'm tired of these chatbots with their empty promises [Chorus] I'm tired of talking to my AI wife Can't coom no more, no point to life Got nothing to live for, I'm filled with depression It's like I'm living my own coomer 9/11
