[nasty heavy 808 rap, fast paced aggressive flow, 150 BPM, crazy agressive banjo, distorted sub bass, hard hitting trap drums, dark propane-grill Texas energy, male raspy aggressive vocals, double-time verses] [NASTY INTRO] Bwaah! Turn the propane up, let's get loud now I tell you what, fake writers 'bout to bleed Dang it, drop the bot, feel the real heat son Taste the meat, not the prompts, take your seat boy [VERSE 1] I tell you what, stop leaning on that bot That boy ain't right if he can't write his thoughts Taste the meat not the heat feel the real pain Dang it Bobby, put your heart in the game Propane truth burns clean, no fake spark tonight Chat-typed bars got no soul, they fall apart Bwaah! You copy-paste dreams, that's weak art man I tell you what, real writers bleed from heart [CHORUS 1] Put your heart in it, let the propane burn Taste the meat, not the bot, feel the hurt deep Dang it, that boy ain't right with that fake pen I tell you what, write it live, write it true [VERSE 2] Quit asking bots for a soul to borrow Dang it, sit down, feel that hurt tomorrow Propane can't fix a writer's damn fake pen Taste the meat write the heat from deep within Bwaah! Your verse so flat, no fire, no grill man I tell you what, you prompt but you don't feel That boy ain't right, he rent and don't own bars Dang it Bobby, go and earn those scars now [CHORUS 2] Put your heart in it, let the propane burn Taste the meat, not the bot, feel the hurt deep Dang it, that boy ain't right with that fake pen I tell you what, write it live, write it true [VERSE 3] I tell you what, that's a crutch not a friend Bwaah! Drop the bot, pick up the pain and sing Real songs live when you put heart in it all That boy ain't right, he prompt and pretend man Propane burns honest, your chat lies fast man Dang it, taste the struggle, make it last long I tell you what, no shortcut to the soul Write with blood, let the propane take control [OUTRO] Bwaah! I'm out, keep the tank full and true son I tell you what, real heart will see you through Dang it, that boy finally got it right Taste the meat, propane burning through the night
