DOA (Death Of AI)

Aye, I don't like no lazy bums

who claim they mind as talented as me

while their hands beneath their buns

Face blinded - blue light

make no lady cum

DOA: Death of AI has arrived

 

Yall don’t carry a single creative bone in your body

And if you did, you would never have to rely on your botty

But you were never programmed to do this type shit as a hobby

You the type to get your drawing put on the fridge by yo mommy

You the type to ask a kid to do your work in art class

Cause you can’t handle (ah this is certainly better)

Bro

You can't handle

 

And you don’t got the bread to feed someone to make dreams come true

So what the fuck is you and some shitty tool gonna do?

Think you’re skynet to the industry? You’re not coming back from dick

Just accept the harsh reality that you ain’t got a gift

 

Get a job as plumber and you can still come up with shit

 

How the fuck we let the world get dumber than this?

How the fuck you don’t think we won’t suffer from this?

I can see it, heads lowered as we think back on this

Look at me as if I’m the one who acted on this

Yall AI fake minds

straight swine

ain’t right

hang tight

say bye

Drake minds