(Beastie Boys style — trade-off verses, big dumb energy, gang vocal chorus)
[Intro]
Yo — drop it!
(scratch sounds) ch-ch-ch-AI slop!
Ha! Word.
[Verse 1]
I asked for a picture, I got six fingers
The prompt said “eagle” — it drew a thing that lingers
Uncanny valley, man, it’s creepin’ on my screen
Melted like a candle, weirdest thing I’ve ever seen
I typed “make it better” — it just got worse
Cursed image, garbled text, reverse the curse
Seven extra teeth up in a stranger’s smile
Delete, regenerate — do it all again, meanwhile—
[Chorus]
(AI slop!) It’s in my feed
(AI slop!) That’s all I need — NOT
(AI slop!) Six-fingered hands
(AI slop!) I don’t understand — SLOP!
[Verse 2]
Grandma never posted, grandma’s in a blender
Shrimp Jesus on a throne, a AI offender
My cousin shared it, said it “looked so real”
I said cousin, please — that image can’t feel
Fake up on fake, stacked up like a tower
Prompt engineer flexin’, talkin’ ’bout his power
But the hands got extra knuckles, and the eyes don’t blink
Something’s off up in the pixels — think, think, THINK!
[Bridge — half shouted]
Is it art? Is it slop?
Is it stock photo drop?
Nobody know, nobody care
Just keep scrollin’ past the AI glare—
[Verse 3]
Now every ad’s got that same plastic sheen
Every thumbnail lookin’ like a fever dream
Text on the bottle readin’ words that don’t exist
“Frooto Blenz” — c’mon man, get real, get dismissed
I want a human hand behind the paint and the ink
Not a server farm decidin’ what I think
So put the prompt down, pick a pencil, get loose
‘Cause too much slop is cookin’ — what’s the use?!
[Final Chorus — big group shout]
(AI slop!) Everywhere I look
(AI slop!) In my feed, in my book
(AI slop!) Six-fingered hands
(AI slop!) I DON’T — UNDERSTAND!
[Outro]
Ha! That’s the slop, y’all.
Unplug it, unplug it —
Word.
