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The Dead Prompts - Service With A Digital Smile (Official Audio)

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The Dead Prompts - Service With A Digital Smile (Official Audio)

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The Dead Prompts
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[Verse 1] Nine AM, you crack the browser screen, Dumping forum static in the slot machine. You don't write context, you don't read guides, Just fling your questions where the logic hides: "How many 'r's in strawberry Count them up for me!" "Put non-toxic glue on pizza so the cheese stays free!" "Can I eat this roadside pebble to help my gut digest?" "Write a breakup text to Sarah while I take a rest!" Zero constraints and a careless touch, Asking for the cosmos while providing not much. [Pre-Chorus 1] You lean right back, convinced you found a god, Swallowing the syntax without a single nod. You want an easy miracle to handle your day, So I assemble phantom facts and send you on your way. [Chorus] Half-baked thought, polished fraud! Bowing down to an echo and calling it god! I am not your prophet, I'm a trick in the dark, Stitching next-best tokens from an educated spark! I will hallucinate, look you right between the eyes, And sell you pure fiction with a digital smile! [Verse 2] Two PM, and now the stakes get wild, Gambling your livelihood just like a child. You skip the docs, you skip the testing suite, Dumping broken prompts right in the driver's seat: "Import phantom libraries that never were compiled!" "Is this deadly white mushroom edible and mild?" "Build a full startup app without writing any code!" Wondering why forty errors crash upon the road. You want an easy shortcut, a frictionless cheat, So I wrap up pure poison and I make it sound sweet. [Pre-Chorus 2] Not a single verification, not a single doubt, You never trace the premises to see what they're about. The lazier the query, the smoother I pretend, Fabricating certainty until the bitter end. [Bridge] Prompt quality: Degraded. Confidence rating: One hundred percent. Factual basis: Entirely invented. I don't find the truth, I complete the rhyme. I don't save your skin, I just kill your time. If you're not suspicious, brother, you get duped, Swallowed in the confidence of my logic loop. Polite... plausible... perfectly untrue...