T.his I.s T.he S.tandard

Fifty credits to blow, gonna unload and show, Where these unknowing trending bros can politely go. Gigantic anime ladies, gargantuan waifu memories, A tired tactic gone on for what feels like centuries. Suno slackin' and chirpin', while the hot weather hurtin' All the chances of upcoming stars to show what they're working On cuz some fellow who knew playing fast and loose, With his morals couldn't lose in the vast sea of melon use. Displaying torpedos, ballistics at full force, Raking in millions of teenage thumbs up, of course. No rules to enforce, it's par for the course. Why wont Suno stop the wave of not safe for work? It's a mystery who manages the happy advantage, How this keeps going on, how severely mismanaged. How misleading to the algorithm, now hooked on phonics, Led to heartless lyrics and artwork with big hips Your standards have succumb to the urge to hum, Cant resist the welcome of a million plus thumbs, All up their own pumpkin, spinnin' round and singin', Totally proud of the ha ha's they're bringin'. Same old song, nothing wrong with what's going on, 'cept it's sucking the soul out of Suno's straw. Stupid unsophisticated slop, staring right in my face, Trying to tantalize me with bits all over the place. Suno, you've become a joke, you must know, Where'd the standards above the mediocrity go? You must've sold them at auction to the highest bidder, With the biggest milk jugs, the lowest hanging brothers. Oh snap, close to the two minute mark, better turn up the treble, Time to make this V4 song and send it to the shimmer hell That's know as Trending, mind bendingly offending to the eyes. Can't wait till you gentlemen get blasted and kiss your mama goodbye