Who Do VooDoo? PromptGod as NerdButter ReDux (Final Cut)

[Start] [Intro – Spoken / smug, theatrical] They ask me… “How you make all this?” Different voices… Different genres… Different worlds… Simple. Who do VooDoo? …Some say I do. [Beat drops hard] [Hook] Who do VooDoo? Some say I do Could be true I mean look at you Mesmerized Glued to my groove Whole damn feed gettin’ bent by the moves Who do VooDoo? Might be me Turn a text prompt into divinity Who do VooDoo? Step into the view Every strange little voice came from my HooDoo [Verse 1] I don’t write songs, I rewrite limits Walk in one genre, leave seven in it Country nerdcore? Ballroom blues? Gregorian trap with existential views? Done. I treat prompts like sacred scripts Tiny typed lines makin' reality shift Machine start hummin’ when I feed that flame Now the whole damn internet know my name They throw keywords I sculpt storms Build full personas from thoughts half-formed Every cadence custom-built, precise I ain’t rollin' dice I'm programming life [Pre-Chorus] They say “that won’t work” It work WAY too well Now they study my prompts Like they's forbidden spells [Hook] Who do VooDoo? Some say I do Could be true I mean look at you Locked right in Can’t cut loose Head nod hypnotized by the verbal juice Who do VooDoo? Might be me Turn raw chaos into artistry [Verse 2] One day slick with a drag queen strut Next day deep in a rustbelt rut Then I pivot sharp to a cosmic chant Make synths sound haunted and church bells dance Every mask still fits my face Every track got my fingerprints in the bass Auntie Fah with the runway bite Still my spark in the neon light Sad boy ballads, smug god raps Backyard pub songs, cryptid packs Different costumes, same damn brain VooDooGod1 in every vein [Bridge – Spoken / escalating arrogance] Some people prompt AI. I commune with it. Some people generate content. I generate fulfillment, serenity. There’s levels to this. And I mastered most of ‘em. [Break – Percussive / chant-like] Prompt king Word witch Beat smith Cold script Type smoke Mind shift One man Whole myth [Final Chorus – Bigger / triumphant] Who do VooDoo? Some say I do Could be true Bout time the whole world knew Every voice Every groove Every strange little lane got pulled from the roots Who do VooDoo? Might be me Built a choir outta pure audacity Who do VooDoo? No substitute Turned imagination into executable truth [Outro – Calm / absolute confidence] I don’t chase inspiration… Inspiration waits patiently for my attention. Who do VooDoo? …You already knew. …You already knew. heheheh…You already knew. [End]