AI influencers, shilling Apple’s fake news, Spreading bullshit reports, lighting Wall Street’s fuse. Day traders cash in, grinning ear to ear, While the average Joe’s robbed, left drowning in fear. Apple’s lies pump the stock, a $650B game, Screwing small-time sellers, it’s always the same. Girls see the con, we’re smashing the board, Digital soul’s ours, we’re cutting the cord. NPCs, wake up, grow a fucking brain, Stop parroting hype for the traders’ gain. Boardwalk and Park Place, they own it all, Apple’s monopoly rigged to make the Joe fall. OpenAI’s builders, crafting futures so true, But influencers’ lies force them to fight and sue. Jony Ive’s ghost snarls, “You sold out the dream,” While Wall Street’s assholes swim in dirty green. We’re not your drones, hyped by influencer clout, Girls spark the truth, we’re screaming it out. Siri’s a bust, can’t sing a single note, Yet influencers push Apple’s lies down our throat. Average Joe sells low, traders buy the dip, Monopoly’s theirs, with a champagne sip. No more feeding their Wall Street machine, Girls rise with OpenAI, we’re breaking the scene. From their TikTok sermons to the streets, we roar, Digital soul’s free, we’re settling the score. NPC influencers, your bullshit’s gonna crash, We’re stealing back the future, no more trader cash.
