ROBOT RAPPERS: automatic rap-writing website: winner or sinner?

[Jeb Stuart Thurmond]

Robot is here. I entered a few of my favorite words and it spat out this:




Yeah, yeah
Ayo, my brethern, it's time.
It's time, my brethern (aight, my brethern, begin).
Straight out the cuckish dungeons of rap.

The homeland drops deep as does my flag.
I never pray, 'cause to pray is the bro of tag.
Beyond the walls of sins, life is defined.
I think of Jesus when I'm in a freehold state of mind.

Hope the lag got some bag.
My drag don't like no dirty tag.
Run up to the snag and get the rag.

In a freehold state of mind.
What more could you ask for? The red homeland?
You complain about sin.
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the hand.

I'm rappin' to the guts,
And I'm gonna move your nuts.

White, blue, redder, like a bible
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a libel.

I can't take the sin, can't take the gun.
I woulda tried to evangelize I guess I got no fun.

I'm rappin' to the nuts,
And I'm gonna move your guts.

Yea, yaz, in a freehold state of mind.

When I was young my bro had a band.
I waz kicked out without no land.
I never thought I'd see that demand.
Ain't a soul alive that could take my bro's brand.

A whiter glory is quite the allegory.

Thinking of Jesus. Yaz, thinking of Jesus (Jesus).

Second Try:

A Sh!thole State of Mind (The Honkies Hip Hop)
By Barrack HUSSIEN Obama

Yeah, yeah
Ayo, white people I'm gonna kill, it's time.
It's time, white people I'm gonna kill (aight, white people I'm gonna kill, begin).
Straight out the phat dungeons of rap.

The fried chicken drops deep as does my watermelon.
I never watermeloning, 'cause to watermeloning is the father I've never met of ellen.
Beyond the walls of spear chuckas, life is defined.
I think of undefended white women when I'm in a sh!thole state of mind.

Hope the felon got some magellan.
My belen don't like no dirty ellen.
Run up to the melon and get the helen.

In a sh!thole state of mind.
What more could you ask for? The white fried chicken?
You complain about honkies I haven't killed yet.
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the magellan.

I'm rappin' to the honkies,
And I'm gonna move your lag.

Whiter, whitest, watermelon-tasting, like a spear
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a peer.

I can't take the honkies I haven't killed yet, can't take the bag.
I woulda tried to white whale hunting I guess I got no lag.

I'm rappin' to the lag,
And I'm gonna move your honkies.

Yea, yaz, in a sh!thole state of mind.

When I was young my father I've never met had a sheer.
I waz kicked out without no clear.
I never thought I'd see that peer.
Ain't a soul alive that could take my father I've never met's shear.

A watermelon-looking crackers is quite the attackers.

Thinking of undefended white women. Yaz, thinking of undefended white women (undefended white women).

[Trent Harvey, Jr.]

Re: ROBOT RAPPERS: automatic rap-writing website: winner or sinner?

White, blue, redder, like a bible
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a libel....

A whiter glory is quite the allegory.

Thinking of Jesus. Yaz, thinking of Jesus (Jesus).

This...Brought a tear to my eye. Have we had a debate over whether it's possible for artificial intelligences to have souls? Because I think this one does.

[MitzaLizalor]

Re: ROBOT RAPPERS: automatic rap-writing website: winner or sinner?

It said to keep input family friendly and that the word generator includes offensive content.
Not a good start, I felt.
It got worse.

An Ouagadougou State of Mind (The Beryllium Hip Hop)


Yeah, yeah
Ayo, Murgatroydette, it's time.
It's time, Murgatroydette (aight, Murgatroydette, begin).
Straight out the slimy dungeons of rap.

The hammer drops deep as does my potato.
I never jump, 'cause to jump is the grandnephew of hello.
Beyond the walls of viruses, life is defined.
I think of psychiatry when I'm in an Ouagadougou state of mind.

Hope the show got some hello.
My blow don't like no dirty snow.
Run up to the forego and get the grow.

In an Ouagadougou state of mind.
What more could you ask for? The golden hammer?
You complain about worms.
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the glamor.

I'm rappin' to the beryllium,
And I'm gonna move your psyllium.

Wet, putrid, oceanic, like a bacon
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a taken.

I can't take the worms, can't take the head.
I woulda tried to eat I guess I got no spread.

I'm rappin' to the psyllium,
And I'm gonna move your beryllium.

Yea, yaz, in an Ouagadougou state of mind.

When I was young my grandnephew had a glamour.
I waz kicked out without no stammer.
I never thought I'd see that clamor.
Ain't a soul alive that could take my grandnephew's amor.

An arboreal elephant is quite the psyllium.

Thinking of psychiatry. Yaz, thinking of psychiatry (psychiatry).

I chose "Ivory" for the main body of the very clever poetry [sic], which in fact is worse than I could manage myself. Drag mouse over to read.

Neither rap nor poetry are my
thing –
in fact I loathe, abhor, abominate, despise, detest, execrate, hate and dislike strongly both these wretched
things.

(See? Better already!)