People call me Clanker, AI slop stacker 'Cause I’m a top fragger, you’re a server lagger "Stop spamming slop, you AI fucker" That’s all you say, you generic sucker You pray for a spark, you pray for a way To write one line that sees the light of day But the opposition plays with the cards they hold While I print the deck and I plate it in gold "Clanker" "Clanker" "Clanker" I’m the master of the craft You’re a guest inside the draft I’m the D, I, Y, with the infinite supply The well is deep and it will never run dry "Clanker" "Clanker" "Clanker" "Slop Stacker" You think I just click and I sit on my thumb? You think the machine is the one getting numb? I curate the noise, yeah you can say i'm being diplomatic My hand on the wheel while you’re melodramatic I feed it the vision, I feed it the rhyme I’m skipping the grind, yeah I’m bending the time You call it "soulless," I call it a tool I’m the pilot here, you’re just the fool I write the injection, I polish the seed I take what I want, and I trash what I need So who is the artist? The code or the man? Try asking that question while I ruin your plan I’m the master of the craft You’re a guest inside the draft I’m the D, I, Y, with the infinite supply The well is deep and it will never run dry "Clanker" "Clanker" "Clanker" "Slop Stacker" Is it me? Or the algorithm? Who found the flow? Who caught the rhythm? I wrote the words... well, mostly, I guess. I orchestrated this beautiful mess. Inspiration? Generation? It’s a hostile takeover, a sonic invasion. I don't need a band, I don't need a crew. I got a GPU and a middle finger for you. Keep typing. Keep complaining. I’m generating. I’m reigning Clanker. Slop Stacker. Chart Hacker. "End of generation."
