I recently loaded up the AI to generate a ChatGPT diss track of myself, based on information I provided it. The aim was to see if artificial intelligence can produce some quality bars to spar with. Not that I would ever condone not writing your own material for a battle.
In any event, I let ChatGPT know:
- I’m 6ft tall
- I like basketball, Marvel movies, and West Coast rap
- I’m recently single
- I like to read
- I like traveling
- My favorite rapper is 2Pac
- My favorite food is steak
After about 5 seconds of computing, a fresh ChatGPT diss track, aimed at dismantling my confidence, generated before me. To be fair, it did make a point of calling it a “playful diss.” The “Single now? Ain’t nobody tryna holler” part of the chorus was especially hurtful.
ChatGPT Diss Track (Lyrics)
Verse 1
Yo, you 6 feet tall, but your game’s lookin’ small,
Say you like hoops, but you barely touch the ball.
Actin’ like LeBron, but you ain’t on the court,
You missin’ free throws while I’m stackin’ up the score.
Marvel fanboy, still dreamin’ ’bout Wakanda,
But in real life, man, you ain’t got no drama.
West Coast vibes, think you Pac on the block?
But you more like a poser, Pac’s legacy locked.
Chorus
You 6 feet, but you fallin’ short every time,
Talkin’ ’bout hoops, but you ridin’ the pine.
Single now? Ain’t nobody tryna holler,
Stick to them books, ’cause you ain’t poppin’ no collar!
Verse 2
You love to read books, yeah that’s kinda cute,
But you still single, guess the ladies hit mute.
Travellin’ the world, but you ain’t got no crew,
Lonely on those flights, bro, what’s new?
Actin’ like 2Pac’s your spirit and your guide,
But you couldn’t spit bars if your life was on the line.
Steak your favorite food? You ain’t bringin’ no heat,
Got beef with me? Better step off my street!
Chorus
You 6 feet, but you fallin’ short every time,
Talkin’ ’bout hoops, but you ridin’ the pine.
Single now? Ain’t nobody tryna holler,
Stick to them books, ’cause you ain’t poppin’ no collar!
Bridge
Pac’s your idol, but you ain’t that deep,
Tryna live his life while you struggle to sleep.
West Coast dreams, but you far from the vibe,
You more like a tourist, just along for the ride.
Verse 3
Yo, you say you like steak, but you ain’t cookin’ right,
Serve it up bland, man, that’s your life.
Still livin’ solo, bet that room’s lookin’ cold,
Thought you had a partner, but that story’s old.
You hittin’ the gym or just watchin’ from afar?
A 6-foot frame, but you ain’t goin’ far.
Catchin’ flights, no feels, tryna act so slick,
But you lost in your lane, now that’s the trick.
Outro
So go ahead, read a book, watch a Marvel flick,
While I drop this diss, bro, I’ll let it stick.
Pac’s rollin’ in his grave, shakin’ his head,
While you stuck in your lane, tryna break bread.
