[Intro] [Vocal: Deep distorted whisper] Twenty credits left... I already know this shit about to disappoint me. (Quiet Laughing) [Hook] [Chopped and Screwed] Back in the box, fighting with Suno Asked for dark, now it singing too hopeful Need that bass low, vocals cold Why every damn track sound radio gold? [Ad-lib: Too clean.] Back in the box, wasting my credits One good render then the model forget it I want grit, I want grime But it keeps sounding safe every time [Verse 1] [Cold Memphis drill flow] Typed “industrial,” got cinematic drums Asked for horror, now the choir show up Every style tag somehow lead to the same song Different prompt window, same damn waveform (Laughing) Need that underground dirt in the mix Instead it add a four-on-the-floor kick Whole track vibing then the techno come in Like why the hell this suddenly Berlin? [Ad-lib: WHAT?] I said Memphis horror, low male voice It gave motivational background noise Dragged down formants, lowered the tone Still got vocals sounding AI-cloned [Stutter FX] C-C-Corporate. Three generations all sounding alike Same fake emotion, same fake highs Like the model got six songs total And just rearrange them for every vocal (Laughing) [Hook] [Distorted] Back in the box, fighting with Suno One song fire then the next unusable Need that low-end filthy and tense Not another clean vocal with fake-ass depth [Verse 2] [Fast aggressive flow] Track start hard then it suddenly rush One minute runtime, whole song cut short Or it go six minutes falling apart Audio degrading like a dying hard drive [Ad-lib: Here we go...] No outro. No ending. Just abrupt silence. (Laughing) Every extension stitched together weird Transitions sounding like the beat disappeared One section evil, next section bright Like four different producers started a fight I type niche genres nobody would know Dungeon synth horror drill sludgecore flow Still somehow it come out generic pop Like the AI scared to leave the parking lot [Ad-lib: Coward.] Need that voice cold, dead-eyed, stressed Instead it sound like an ad for antidepressants Every damn singer got the same clean pain Like the whole app trained on Imagine Dragons (Loud Laughing) [Bridge] [Low robotic voice] Generating variation... Generating variation... Generating variation... [Pause] [Whisper] It’s the same song again. (Laughing) [Final Hook] [Heavy distorted reverb] Back in the box, fighting with Suno Burning my credits for one good vocal Soon as I get something raw and insane Next damn render sound clean again Need more grit, more dirt, more chaos Less fake emotion, less safe garbage I don’t need perfect, I need personality But this damn app keep manufacturing... [Whisper] mediocrity [Outro] [Vocal fading into machine hum] Generate. Disappointed. Generate again. (Manic Laughing)
