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F**K AI
Hip-Hop/Rap
F**K AI was released on January 1, 2026 by Bunnings The Cat as a part of the album DEAD INTERNET
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Release DateJanuary 1, 2026
LabelBunnings The Cat
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM123

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
lliam
lliam
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
lliam
lliam
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
lliam
lliam
Executive Producer

Lyrics

Fuck AI
Fuck AI
Fuck AI
Fuck AI
Fuck AI
Fuck AI
Fuck AI
Fuck AI
If you wanna tell a story you should learn to write
Or fight a friend of mine, nine times despite
Delighted dreams of missed midsummer nights
I paint the sights while getting fucking high
No lie alright, awaiting your reply
I went full circle off my fight or flight
Yeah
Despite this
Fucking you supplied it
I tried shit, then I tried to hide it
Like this ain't right, left to confide in
A mimic
Filled to the brim
Carrying anything and everything
Asking on a whim - ask it anything
Made the map so big now its burying the empire
Fallen down and set fire
Ascend higher, the later better than prior
Angels made of silicone and bent wire
Steer the earth like we got a spare tyre
It's all the same
It's not a real brain
It's all the same
I don't want your fame
I'd rather go insane then get reduced to mundane
Like Mondays, say i cant complain
But I can complain
That what I'm saying
This ain't a Game boy so quit your playing (woah)
Fuck AI
Fuck AI
Fuck AI
Fuck AI
If you wanna tell a story you should learn to write
Or fight a friend of mine, nine times despite
Delighted dreams of missed midsummer night's
I paint the sight while getting so fucking high
No lie alright
Awaiting your reply
I went full circle off my fight or flight
I'm not tryna gatekeep this art of mine
I just think its worth more if you try
Like the eighth peak, Kosciusko grind
Dude, promise it's worth more if you find
A briny, grimy, slimy state of mind
A tiny, shiny 1999
I splash the emerald on the MX5
I fed my ex without the mail ride
Impaled I'm on my grind
I'm on your mind but I'm ill defined
I filter rind, lined like humankind
I spilt a rime but i spelt it wrong
I melt the song, torch every track I'm on
I smoke a Porsche, heavy like the bong
No motorsports, a Century is what i want
Your right, it's wrong
I guess its just what i got
FUCK
Do what you want
Do what you want
Do what you want
Do what you want
Fuck AI
Fuck AI
Fuck AI
Fuck AI
FUCK AI
FUCK AI
FUCK AI
FUCK AI
FUCK AI
FUCK AI
You can take my voice
You can take my music
You'll never get my soul
How would you even use it?
Written by: Lliam Caulfield
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