Baby “Bot” Brutus (Diss Track @BrutusGalactus

Hook Brutus swear he hate AI but he type through the tears Talkin’ “robots kill art” while the bot in his ear Every punchline generated, every hot take borrowed Copy-paste rage with a downloaded sorrow Brutus keep preachin’ “real” but the script too fake Got machine-made bars with a human mistake He condemn every circuit while he livin’ online Tryna fight artificial but it’s how his penmanship is designed ⸻ Verse 1 Baby bot Brutus got bolts where his backbone at Act hard online, offline need a software patch Tiny tank chassis but the frame all fragile One spark hit different now the mainboard crackle He be stompin’ like a giant with a toddler gait Tryna roar through the room with a bargain bass Artificial anger in a bargain face Battery pack weak, gotta charge his hate Every bar he drop sound factory-issued Mass-produced trash with attachment issues Talk slick till the circuits fry under pressure Now his jaw lock stiff like corrupted textures He got downloaded courage and subscription rage Tryna skip to the boss fight, still stuck on stage one page Whole image CGI with a counterfeit shine I seen calculators show more soul in their design ⸻ Hook Brutus swear he hate AI but he type through the tears Talkin’ “robots kill art” while the bot in his ear Every punchline generated, every hot take borrowed Copy-paste rage with a downloaded sorrow Brutus keep preachin’ “real” but the script too fake Got machine-made bars with a human mistake He condemn every circuit while he livin’ online Tryna fight artificial but it’s how his penmanship is designed ⸻ Verse 2 Brutus got baby code hidden under aggression Tempered-steel tantrums and synthetic depression He be throwin’ out threats with a jitterbug stance Till his knees start laggin’ in the middle of the dance Talkin’ “war mode” loud with a squeaky-ass servo Till the static hit hard now his speech all purple He ain’t built for collision, he built for display Like a toy in the aisle with the stickers peeled away He got microwave bars and a freezer-pack flow Every line feel cold but the structure move slow I could unplug dude with a flick of the thumb Now his whole operation sound like dial-up hums He was made for destruction but can’t stomach defeat Every dent in his armor got him stuck in retreat Baby bot Brutus still huntin’ identity But the lane he keep searchin’ got “out of order” energy ⸻ Bridge He want thunder and terror, he deliverin’ sparks Tryna bark like a beast but he whimper in dark Factory fresh failure with delusions of fame Every upgrade installed still ain’t fixin’ the frame ⸻ Final Hook Brutus swear he hate AI but he type through the tears Talkin’ “robots kill art” while the bot in his ear Every punchline generated, every hot take borrowed Copy-paste rage with a downloaded sorrow Brutus keep preachin’ “real” but the script too fake Got machine-made bars with a human mistake He condemn every circuit while he livin’ online Tryna fight artificial but it’s how his penmanship is designed