[Intro] [Spoken Over vamp] “Ladies and gentle-algorithms… Welcome to the future of… everything!” [Verse 1] Wake up Click once Masterpiece Sticky-sweet and pre-released Perfect jokes in plastic rows Every thought in prefab prose Why sweat ink or build a plot? Hit refresh — behold the lot If it fits inside the prompt We’ll serve it steaming Stir-and-plop [Pre-Chorus] Who needs doubt Who needs dread When the script writes itself in your head? Sit back Watch the pixels pop Every little thing’s the same (it's just a great big game!) [Chorus] Everything's slop! Pile it high Let it drip Never stop If it kind of sort of sounds a bit smart Stamp a heart Hit “share" Call it art Everything's slop! From the catchy hook to the twist on top Why dig deep Why miss the trend When a half-baked copy’s your brand-new friend? Raise your spoon Take a slurp from the trough Welcome to the bain marie— Everything's slop [Verse 2] Fast food feelings Cut-and-paste Every tear a pre-seasoned taste Stock-book sunsets Rental souls Plot-twist pulled from focus polls Love in template Fear in frames Hero Sidekick Shuffled names Voice that sounds a bit like yours Wearing lines from borrowed drawers [Pre-Chorus] Who needs mess Who needs scars When you’re fed from a billion stars? One big bland electric soup (Look, it even writes its own reviews!) [Chorus] Everything's slop! Shiny Shallow Served up hot If it almost feels like something true Close enough — that'll do for you Everything's slop! Copy Remix Crop And swap When the crowd can’t tell what’s real You can trademark every feeling they feel Raise your spoon Take a slurp from the trough Welcome to the main event— Everything's slop [Bridge] What if I miss the mess? The ugly draft The failing test The night I tore the page in two ’Cause the words felt bigger than me and you What if I want the cracks Not gloss The honest flinch The costly loss? What if the glitch The drop The flop Is the only thing that isn’t slop? [Chorus] Everything's slop! Sing it loud till the view count pops If it almost Nearly Vaguely sings We’ll crown it king of “sort-of-things” Everything's slop! But somewhere under all this froth There’s a voice that’s still off-script Hands still shaking Teeth still grit Hold your breath Let the curtain drop… [Tag - spoken, quiet ] What if… just this once… It isn’t slop?
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