[Intro] [Feedback screech, fast double-time d-beat drum roll, distorted thrash riff, 185 BPM] [Aggressive count-in shout: "One! Two! Drop the shit!"] [Verse 1] [Lead Vocal: Snarled, aggressive, fast rhythmic spit, center mix] [Driving bassline, fast palm-muted down-picking] Typing three fucking words in a little white box! Calling yourself a god in your filthy sweat socks! Never held a pick, never bled on a fret, The biggest fucking joke the scene has suffered yet! Five hundred credits burned on automated rot, Bragging to the internet about the cock you got! You’re a glorified cunt with a mouse in your hand, Too lazy and pathetic to ever start a band! [Pre-Chorus] [Fast chugging triplets, ride cymbal accents, rising screech] Hit refresh! Roll the slot! Choke on the cock that you think you got! Wipe the drool off your chin, look what you made: A soulless piece of shit that will instantly fade! [Chorus] [Fast Hardcore Blastbeat: Massive gang vocal shouted response] Prompt jockey! (Total cunt!) Zero talent! (Plastic fuck!) You didn't write a single fucking note, you tapped a button down! The most pathetic little parasite in this entire town! [Full Band Gang Shout] Pawn your laptop! Bleed on a string! Get the fuck off the stage!, cunnnnt! [Verse 2] [Fast crossover riffing, aggressive skank-beat drums] [Spitfire vocal delivery] Dumping fifty ripped-off tracks a day on the feed, Pretending you’re a mastermind to satisfy the greed! "Look at my production! I'm an artist of the year!" You couldn't tune a fucking guitar if it cost you your ear! No blister on the thumb, no sweat on the floor, Just a brain-dead pussy crying out for more! Every file you export is an insult to the art, An automated counterfeit that rots before it starts! [Bridge] [Breakdown: Slow, heavy half-time mosh riff, thundering tom hits] [Spoken-spit vicious monologue over chugging guitars] "Listen to my new EP, bro, the AI algorithm nailed my vision." Shut your fucking mouth, you empty shell. You wouldn't last thirty seconds in an actual garage. You're a tourist stealing ghosts from people who actually lived it. [Inhale scream build] Smash the screen and throw your shit away! [Drum Fill] [Fast snare roll crescendo] [Chorus] [Full Throttle Mosh Beat: Wall-of-sound distorted guitars, maximum vocal aggression] Prompt jockey! (Total cunt!) Zero talent! (Plastic fuck!) You didn't write a single fucking note, you tapped a button down! The most pathetic little parasite in this entire town! [Full Band Gang Shout] Pawn your laptop! Bleed on a string! Get the fuck off the stage! [Outro] [Accelerating thrash speed-up, chaotic feedback screech] [Gang Shouts in unison] No soul! No sweat! No talent! SHUT THE FUCK UP! [Impact Crash] [Sudden silence] [End]
