[INTRO] You call it static, but you never change the channel. [VERSE 1] “Gen AI steals,” yeah, you carved it in stone, Then spend every night giving AI free promo. Call every picture worthless, still first in replies, For somebody unimpressed, you got hungry eyes. “TV static,” cool, then turn off the set. Instead you keep refreshing like you’re waiting for the next. You hate it so much you became part of the rollout, Every time we post something, guess who crawls out? “Thanks for the free art”—what a brilliant scheme, Pretend to steal garbage, then brag to the team. “I’m just using a tool”—oh, NOW tools are okay? That principle lasted roughly half of a day. You say AI can’t create while creating a scene, Same four fucking sentences stuck in the machine. You’re not fighting robots, you’re feeding the feed, Algorithm loves you more than you hate AI, apparently. [HOOK] TV static, TV static, Why you tuned in if you fucking hate it? TV static, TV static, Every tantrum boosts engagement. Call it worthless, call it trash, Still come sprinting every time we post a batch. If it’s all noise, then answer me this: Why you spending your whole damn night listening? [VERSE 2] “Elephants are more creative”—killer critique, You lost the plot and summoned National Geographic. Then animal control, then another cheap jab, When logic taps out, start emptying the bag. Freaks, bitches, cunts—keep digging the shelf, Every new insult says more about you than anyone else. You brought a whole thesaurus to compensate for the fact That “I don’t like this” still ain’t an argument. “At least a human made it”—what a quality test. So every human doodle automatically gets blessed? A hand holding a pencil doesn’t guarantee skill, And yelling “real artist” doesn’t magically make it real. Then you revoke titles like you run the guild: “AI touched your process? Artist status killed.” Big imaginary badge, imaginary chair, Imaginary courtroom—nobody appointed you there. [HOOK] TV static, TV static, Why you tuned in if you fucking hate it? TV static, TV static, Every tantrum boosts engagement. Call it worthless, call it trash, Still come sprinting every time we post a batch. If it’s all noise, then answer me this: Why you spending your whole damn night listening? [VERSE 3] “Where did I put my rat poison?”—there’s the wit, Lost an argument on art, started reaching for a kit. Then you posted it twice like the first one didn’t land, “And I don’t feel regret”—yeah, we fucking understand. Animal control, rat poison, extermination jokes, That’s a lot of murder cosplay over pictures you don’t like, folks. You call the artwork static, but look where the static went: From “this isn’t art” to sounding unhinged in the comments section. “Racist toward AI posters? Indeed I am.” My brother invented a race just to hate it for the gram. That sentence needs a museum, frame it under glass: Exhibit A: when the comeback outruns the facts. Then “here’s some fan art, I worked hard on it,” Followed by “back-breaking seconds”—incredible commitment. You mock the use of tools, then parody the same defense, Except the joke keeps circling back and making less sense. [BRIDGE] If it’s garbage, quit digging through it. If it’s noise, quit listening to it. If it’s worthless, quit donating hours to it. You don’t have to like AI. But when hating it becomes your hobby, don’t act shocked when people notice. [VERSE 4] They asked you what you actually draw, you stalled, then finally brought one out. Big speech about skill, big standards for art, then that sketch hit the screen and collapsed the whole part. You spend more time reposting work that ain’t yours than showing the masterpieces you swear that you draw. Then act like the gatekeeper, grading the room— bro brought one receipt and it buried the résumé. You got “skill” in your mouth more than skill in your work, That’s why all that arrogance lands so absurd. You call everybody talentless, question their craft, then your own proof showed up painfully half-assed. Same rotation: Stealing. Static. Not an artist. Insult. Restart it. Four buttons on the dashboard, hammer them all night, Then act surprised nobody thinks you won the fight. You can make every insult nastier than the last, But rage isn’t evidence and volume isn’t class. [FINAL HOOK] TV static, TV static, Still refreshing like a bad habit. TV static, TV static, Hate-watch turned automatic. “This ain’t art!” Yeah, we got the gist. You only said it underneath every pic. If it’s all noise, here’s the funniest bit: You became the loudest part of it. [OUTRO] “Gen AI cannot create. It only steals.” Apparently it stole your evening, your timeline, and half your vocabulary.
