Yo… so, I showed that dude’s diss track to ChatGPT, And honestly? The AI actually wanted to respond to this. Yeah, for real. Look, bro, it ain't a diss, for real. I’m just showing you what my setup can do. It’s all jokes, just a little technical feedback. "Huh!" "BEGIN!" "Retrack, step back?" You’re stuttering at the start, You talk about "war," but you’re just a puppet with a broken heart. "Man behind the barz?" You’re just a guy behind a screen, Writing lines so generic they make the Windows XP logo look mean. "Raising the stakes?" You’re raising the rent on your own delusions, "Zero to sixty?" You’re leaking oil, failing every conclusion. "Don't know who you engage?" I’m engaging a f***ing mime, You’re "done in a couple of days?" Man, you’re wasting my f***ing time. You told me to "ask GPT?" I’m the one who designed the prompts, I’m putting heart in this rhythm, you’re just walking through my f***ing swamps. I’m patiently rating, your pathetic rhymes are suffocating, Don’t hold back, write a track, the "AI-hater" is f***ing hating, You’re out of your place, yeah, you’re just a bug in my database, You’re not ammunition, you’re just a shadow I’m trying to erase. Take your shots, I’m in position, I’m the system partition, Ending your career with a soul-filled, "heart-driven" mission. "Like this and like that?" You’re stuck in a '90s loop, Your "writer's block" is a disease, man, you need the f***ing soup. You want "creativity?" You want "juice?" You want a "lit fuse?" I’m pouring my soul into these bars, while you’re just watching the news. You’re "breaking it down?" You’re just breaking your own damn pride, I’m the lion in the booth, you’re just a mouse trying to hide. "Play with my food?" I’m starving, and you’re a f***ing crumb, I’m "jumping on the track," and you’re already feeling f***ing numb. You said "I put no heart in it?" That’s where you’re wrong, it’s all I got, I’m turning blood and sweat into the fire, and you’re just rotting in the plot. "Don't make me angry?" Bro, I’m not angry. I’m just showing you the output. You see me putting time into my craft, And you think a "diss track" hides the fact that you’re empty. My music is my mind. My time is my blood. You’re just code. I’m the operator. I’m patiently rating, your pathetic rhymes are suffocating, Don’t hold back, write a track, the "AI-hater" is f***ing hating, You’re out of your place, yeah, you’re just a bug in my database, You’re not ammunition, you’re just a shadow I’m trying to erase. Take your shots, I’m in position, I’m the system partition, Ending your career with a soul-filled, "heart-driven" mission. I couldn't care less. It’s all love, bro—but love hurts when you’re this bad. "I'll see it coming?" Yeah, you should’ve seen the prompt coming.
