ZONA GOD

[Disrespect, grime, venom cadence] im tired! of these fake ass bots on here droppin 20 A.I. songs a day ruining the app! Stop it!

GOOSE,GET IN,LETS GO!

(rah… rah… rah…)

ZONA lookin’ filthy… time to mop this bitch up.

I’m the Goose God, bitch, flappin’ in with the FURY,

All these bot-ass “artists” spillin’ trash in a hurry.

That synthetic noise? man that shit ain’t worthy,

I’m the ZONA grim reaper—don’t tempt me or worry.

Real one, day one, never ran, never faked,

While these copy-paste clones gettin’ auto-generated.

Yo “top charts” full of glitches, man that shit’s outdated—

I press one button, BOOM—your whole feed HATED.

Y’all bots ain’t rappers, y’all script-made mannequins,

Droppin’ 30 tracks a day but none of ’em landin’.

Whole app smell like ,spam, man I’m damn near gaggin’,

I swoop down, neck swing—delete ’em, no laggin’.

You ain’t rivals, you recycle—trash bags with rhythm,

I’m the Goose with the juice, you get plucked out the system.

ZONA beggin’ for a savior, so I flew in and fixed ’em,

Kickin’ bots off the throne—call that holy eviction.

I’m too raw for these formulas, too slick for they code,

Every line hit like a brick in the road.

I’m the feathery assassin with the villainous mode,

Drop heat so cold it make the server explode.

I’m the Goose God, bitch, flappin’ in with the FURY,

All these bot-ass “artists” spillin’ trash in a hurry.

That synthetic noise? man that shit ain’t worthy,

I’m the ZONA grim reaper—don’t tempt me or worry.

Real one, day one, never ran, never faked,

While these copy-paste clones gettin’ auto-generated.

Yo “top charts” full of glitches, man that shit’s outdated—

I press one button, BOOM—your whole feed VACATED.

I’m sick of seein’ cut-and-paste rappers dressed like they somebody,

Whole catalog look like it was made by a crash dummy.

Throw a goose in the mix and I’m crashin’ the party—

Feathers shinin’, wings flexed—bitch, I’m the heartbeat.

I don’t beef with no robots, I just wipe they file,

Put ’em back in the trash where they been a while.

Only “bars” they got are pre-trained style,

I’m the ZONA overlord—I exile with style.

Top “artists” lookin’ goofy, all scripted and hollow,

Fake fans, fake plays, fake comments they follow.

I’m the big beak bully with a blacked-out shadow,

And when I land on the timeline?

Everything gets swallowed.

I’m the Goose God, bitch, flappin’ in with the FURY,

All these bot-ass “artists” spillin’ trash in a hurry.

That synthetic noise? man that shit ain’t worthy,

I’m the ZONA grim reaper—don’t tempt me or worry.

Real one, day one, never ran, never faked,

While these copy-paste clones gettin’ auto-generated.

Yo “top charts” full of glitches, man that shit’s outdated—

I press one button, BOOM—your whole feed VACATED.

OOOU GOOSE YOURE SO GOOD