Phonk P... Yeah, yeah, yeah... AI slop... Prompt it. Render it. Regenerate it. DROP IT. Phonk P P F P in the prompt again GPT cookin’ like “here you go, my friend” No band, no booth, no engineer Made twelve songs while I disappeared Click create — version eight Don’t like that one? Regenerate Same damn prompt, completely changed Nobody knows how this thing was made Voices fake Drums fake Cover art fake too Uploaded it at midnight Now the algorithm wants two AI AI AI AI SLOP SLOP SLOP SLOP Copy that Paste that Prompt that DROP. Phonk P run it back (run it back) AI slop in the track (in the track) Typed one word, made a slap (made a slap) Didn’t even think, just tapped (just tapped) Slop-core rhythm, algorithm brain Prompt said “fire” so it added flames Random words flying through the screen Apparently this is creativity AI rapper with an AI chain AI flexin’ in an AI game AI crowd screaming out my name None of them exist... BUT THE DROP GOES INSANE Wait. You wanna talk about fake? Alright. You call it AI slop ’cause a machine made the sound Then put a filter on your face when nobody’s around Fake teeth, fake tan, fake hair, fake nails Fake lives getting packaged up and posted for sale Auto-Tune singer but you swear that’s art Movie got CGI in every single part Reality TV that was scripted last week Corporate account writing tweets like they speak Photoshop bodies, advertisements lie Influencers sell you shit they don’t even buy Fake followers, fake numbers, fake views in the feed Buy another product that they told you that you need Food engineered till it don’t look grown Customer support ain’t even on the phone Dating profile twenty years outta date Smile for the camera while you secretly hate Lease the car, rent the watch, flex the brand Take fifty pictures just to pick the one you planned Fake background, fake lighting, fake perfect day Then turn around, point at me — “THAT AI’S FAKE!” Okay. Your movie ain’t real Your wrestler ain’t mad Your favorite “live” show got a backing track Your news got edits Your feed got ads Your corporate mission statement’s written by a branding lab Your phone smooths skin Your app fixes eyes Your GPS voice ain’t a woman inside Your game world’s fake Your movie stars lie Your profile says “living my best life” SO WHY AM I THE PROBLEM WHEN MY ROBOT MAKES A RHYME?! You want authentic? Define it. Human made the prompt Human picked the beat Human threw away twenty-seven versions Till the twenty-eighth slapped on repeat Call it trash Call it slop Call it fake Call it wrong YOU STILL BEEN LISTENING THIS WHOLE DAMN SONG. ... Generate that shit. ... Phonk P run it back (run it back) AI slop in the track (in the track) Typed one word, made a slap (made a slap) Didn’t even think, just tapped (just tapped) Generate! Regenerate! Generate! Regenerate! I don’t even know Which version this is anymore PHONK P! It’s just slop... AI slop... You ain’t make it... It made you. Phonk P... Yeah... Generate another one.
