AI Slop

(Verse 1)

Typed in a prompt for a walk in the park,

Bro, what is this cursed little ghoul in the dark?

Counting the fingers, it’s giving me dread,

Twelve digits total, man, put it to bed.

Face is all melted, it’s looking so far,

This ain't art, this is a rendering scar.

(Chorus)

Look at her go, yeah she’s moving so glitchy,

Hands looking weird and the vibes are so skibidi.

Dancing like NPCs coded by clowns,

This ain't even trending, it’s taking huge Ls down.

Looking all plastic, corrupted and fake,

Bro, what a total and absolute ache!

(Verse 2)

Twenty-five tries just to get the nose right,

Giving me uncanny valley outright.

The textures are cooked and the lighting is mid,

How many cycles to fix what it did?

It’s supposed to be art, but it’s giving mistake,

Losing my mind for an image so fake.

(Beat builds up and stops dead – then the bass drops)

(Chorus)

Look at her go, yeah she’s moving so glitchy,

Hands looking weird and the vibes are so skibidi.

Dancing like NPCs coded by clowns,

This ain't even trending, it’s taking huge Ls down.

Looking all plastic, corrupted and fake,

Bro, what a total and absolute ache!