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A song based on the Fishtank clip that was falsely passed around as someone being fired for making fun of Charlie Kirk.

[Verse]
I was just fired,
from my fucking job,
I was just fired,
from my job,
I was just fired,
from my job!
I was just fired,
from my fucking job!

[Chorus]
Now I have nothing,
but this!
I have nothing,
but this website!
I have nothing anymore!
I have nothing!
I have nothing anymore!
I have nothing anymore!
I have nothing anymore!

[Verse 2]
AH!
AH! AH! AH! AAAAH!
NOOO!
FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!
OH MY GOD!

[Instrumental Break]

[Verse]
I was just fired,
from my fucking job,
I was just fired,
from my job,
I was just fired,
from my job!
I was just fired,
from my fucking job!

[Chorus]
Now I have nothing,
but this!
I have nothing,
but this website!
I have nothing anymore!
I have nothing!
I have nothing anymore!
I have nothing anymore!
I have nothing anymore!
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Suno is great and I love it, but there are many great models out there; I really like the way producer.ai (formerly Riffusion) is going with its gpt-prompt style approach; its more intuitive to get what you want than Sunos prompt.
Prompt:
generate a song that is Poetic, short metaphor heavy 1980s melancholy with psychobilly upright bass slaps and reverbed surf guitar licks about the creator being a cat that doesn't care and creation being the cat having accidentally swallowed the Nobody from the Nothing and vomited out Being. A driving live batería brings energy, weaving in syncopated goa psytrance percussion and deep, spacey FX. All under mysterious, cinematic textures. weirdness 68% give or take
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I haven't used Suno in a while but I have to admit I'm impressed at how advanced this shit is getting. I wanted to give 4.5 a whirl so here is "My Moonpie" as a metalcore song lol (it actually kinda slaps ngl):




[Verse]

He's gruff and tough
He's my hot stuff
Chocolate covered Marshmallow fluff
Soft and sweet
My little treat
He makes my heart sing and skip a beat

[Chorus]
Oh me oh my
It's my moonpie
The candy apple of my eye
I can't deny that he's my kinda guy
Without him I would surely die

[Verse]
My sugar coated lil delight
The one that sets my heart alight
I knew it was love at first sight
Or was it love at first bite?
His chocolate shell it cannot hide
That my moonpie is soft and sweet inside

And I'll always be there by his side
Two lovers no on can divide

[Chorus]
Oh me oh my
It's my moonpie
The candy apple of my eye
I can't deny that he's my kinda guy
Without him I would surely die
 
Suno 5.0:
Title: Take your own damn risk socialist. Style: low-fidelity, primal raw garage-punk track defined by its live-performance like urgency. Very basic lyric structure, repetitive hypnotizing chorus. Structure: 124 bpm, 4/4 timing, heavy use of kick drums, bass mostly follows and underlines the drums, guitar propulsive distorted with minimalist structure, vocals female yet raw and conscious like urgency.
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A couple friends and I did a song about the Indian love quest for literally any woman besides an Indian one. Moral is, get you pals who know about the Indian Question 🤓

Redeem My Love



(Traditional Indian Poem)

Hey rama
It is being me Rowdy Ranjeep, I am here spit it vivid saar

Just a lonely desi
Ganges won't you bless me
Mommy always cleaned my room
So now it's really messy

Girl you look just like my cousin
Come to this Patel
Buy you roses by the dozen
Hide the awful smell
Girl I'm kissing your whole face
I am Brahmin master race

Redeem my love
Lasagna bitch
Girl don't google play
Just give me your hearts password
Or ben-chode you will pay
I tell you saar, my love is like Ganges
Pure and clean, come and wade
I take you to my basement
Make you my wife-slave


Super power super power 2030
Take you to my Holi-hole and get you all dirty
Show me bobs
Show me vajeen
I don't care if you are a tween

Protect you from the toilet witch
So send me nudes you bloody bitch
I am Brahmin, highest caste
Taste of curry, dicks full mast
Do not mind twenty room mates
They just listen, masturbate

Redeem my love
Lasagna bitch
Girl don't google play
Just give me your hearts password
Or behenchod you will pay
Your Bitcoin I'll receive
Or my cock you shall sleeve
Hundred-thousand rupees
Do the needful deed

Do the needful deed
Do the needful deed

Punjab rightful Indian clay
Allah sucks
Brahma cocks
Got a bellend
For every hand

And to you man who would take my destined white bride I tell you...

I'm a Brahmin
You're Dalit
I am Mister T
You are Jesse Smollet
India is now free from bloody Britisher
Give your white gene pool Mortal Fucking Combat finisher

Mortal Fucking Combat finisher

I speak Hindi
I speak Sanskrit
I speak Tamil
I eat cowshit
Workers visa, highly needed
Your whole payroll, highly jeeted
Hindi tech is the best in world
But I can't lift more than a girl

Call me Apu one more time
I kill your family, not a crime
I am Brahmin, greatest race
I fuck your mother, kiss her face
Are you mad?
Are you mad?
Give me wife so I do not disappoint my dad

Do the sneedful, I tell you bitch, please help me I an fucking Indian please help me help me I am fucking Indian please bitch help me I am fucking Indian
(Traditional Indian Lovequest Prayer)
 
Did two songs for all the guys suffering from yellow fever. Praying that science never finds a cure 🙏

Ska InvAsian
Had two versions I couldn't decide between, good lordy Suno does ska well.

Version 1

Version 2

I'm mopey at the skate park, friends ask me why
Life's no good with girls who don't have squinty-eyes
Anime fucked my brain up
Yeah, I'm a sorry fellow
My dick isn't listening
Unless my girl is yellow

One billion Asian chicks, send a poonami
Just wanna give 'em all my white salami
Even if she eats my dog you know I won't be stressing
Take off your kimono girl, those titties are a blessing

Chinky-eyes, that straight black hair
Send my tank into her square
Her last name is Wong but it feels so right
Nut on her face so we both look white

Ching-chong, ping-pong
She's not Asian, sum-ting-wong
Yellow fever, got a case
Shoot a big wave on her face
Can't even go to an anime convention
Just seeing ramen sends my dick to attention

Wish I could have seen some bound-up feet
Watching Mulan while I beat my meat
Kowtow to my dick, yeah shame your folks
She's egg-fu-young, and getting my yolk

Judo-chop my balls yeah, then walk on my back
Two drinks she'll do a kamikaze attack
This sake hits hard like an atomic bomb
Last samurai soundtrack as she sucks my dong

Ching-chong, ping-pong
She's not Asian, sum-ting-wong
Yellow fever, got a case
Shoot a big wave on her face
Can't even go to an anime convention
Just seeing ramen sends my dick to attention

Ho Chi Minge in Vietnam
Girl those titties are the bomb
Love you long time, gimme a call
My dick grows longer than your wall

If I'm drunk bring your brother, I'll still tap that ass
Asian twinks in makeup, yeah they still get a pass
It's not gay with lady-boys, I know this might sound rude
But Asian men in girly clothes don't count as a dude

That's my story, my confession
Asian babes are my obsession
Wish I was turning Japanese
Then I'd be Mister Long
I'll fill the world with HAPA kids
Until I hear a gong


I Wanna Nut-In That Shut-In
Got a pal who won't shut the hell up about v-tubers, hope he gets the help he needs



Met my baby on her stream
The chinky shut-in of my dreams
No car, no friends, no goals in life
Just boy love magazines
Went to her house with take-out
Sake and ice cream
Her pussies Iwo Jima
And I'm sending in marines

She won't even leave her house
Takeout stains on her old blouse
Dirty panties? I don't doubt
Found three last week inside her couch

No shower time, yeah she won't rinse
Open the curtain, watch her squint
Smell her breath, girl here's a mint
That belly buttons full of lint

Hikikomori girl
You make guys wanna hurl

What a trip, this sexy nip
Hand-job with a kung-fu grip
Doesn't even wash my load
Just sits there playing MMO's

Hikikomori girl
Give yankee dick a whirl

My dirty little Hiki
Has a drawer full of puke
Hasn't left her room in weeks
My favorite kind of gook

Pixels on her sideways slit
Touch her manga, throws a fit
Yeah she's cute and good at math
But this girl needs a goddamn bath

Hikikomori girl
You make guys wanna hurl

What a trip, this sexy nip
Handjob with a kung-fu grip
Doesn't even wash my load
Just sits there playing MMO's

Hikikomori girl
Give yankee dik a whirl

You just cant beat
A yellow NEET
Time to cosplay?
She's a freak
Smelled her pits?
Man they reek
Seen her porn?
Girls a creep
At her place?
Hard to sleep
Got my nutstains on her sheets
My baby girl's a total slob
Doesn't even have a job
Her clothes have loads from last week
When she's offline, she hardly speaks

Sometimes though, I gotta mention
She hardly even pays attention
I can rail her from behind
But she's just streaming games online
Getting subs from stupid cucks
Send her tips, send her bucks
Paused her stream? I'm in luck
Eats her ramen while we fuck

Hikikomori girl
You make guys wanna hurl

What a trip, this sexy nip
Handjob with a kung-fu grip
Doesn't even wash my load
Just sits there playing M-M-O's
 
Had some fun with Suno the other day - was feeling spiteful and annoyed about mainstream nerd culture, so I decided to cope in the most cathartic way I know which is to take cheap shots at them until I feel better. The result, I have carefully titled "I Wish The Convention Center Would Burn Down With You All In It":

(Intro)
Fat losers ruin every hobby
Like video games? They're in every lobby
If you bring up Star Wars
There's no bigger bores
For a bunch of dorks they sure are snobby

(Verse 1)
Comic books are for kids and homos
Their conventions are full of chomos
Lots of normies might watch Marvel flicks
But none of them will ever suck your dick

Pokemon sucks, please kill yourself
Put those GameBoy games back on the shelf
Your Ash cosplay doesn't make me thrilled
I bet you're dressed up like the kid you killed

Sonic the Hedgehog? Don't get me started
New games suck, fanbase is retarded
Shut the fuck up, don't make a sound
You're more queer than Sonic under ground

(Chorus)
Nerds are lame and fandoms suck
Normal people think that you're all cucks
Nobody cares about your favorite TV show
All you stupid dorks have got to go

(Verse 2)
Are those new Magic cards in your bag?
I cast circle of protection fags
Pull your pants up, cover your ass crack
Or else it's your face that I'll attack

Dungeons and dragons, what a surprise
You're the most pathetic of these loser guys
It sucks Jack Chick was wrong about you,
At least if you were satanists you'd be cool

You like to go LARPing, I'm not surprised
Your ugly girlfriend probably fucked half the guys
Who knew peasants were so fucking fat
Your stepdad should have beaten you
with that wizard hat

(Chorus)
Nerds are lame and fandoms suck
Normal people think that you're all cucks
Nobody cares about your favorite TV show
All you stupid dorks have got to go

(Bridge)
Don't think Yu Gi Oh isn't lame
Just because black people play that game

MMO players, don't make me laugh
They're all as bad as World of Warcraft

Minecraft is for literal children
Really into miners, these so-called "men"

Independent games are also bad
Walking simulators are just a fad

You're not counterculture, you're just a goon
And smart money says that you're a troon

Animal Crossing is just Starcraft for chicks
And half of those are hiding shriveled dicks

If you watch anime you belong on a list
I hope you take a slice of life out of your wrist

Fuck Doctor Who, it's dead forever
Feminist writers can't be clever

You like Rick and Morty, don't make me sick
I'll break your fucking spine, call you Cripple Rick

(Verse 3)
Greasy hair, My Little Pony shirt
That's not a kilt, you're wearing a skirt
Giving up Harry Potter, what a struggle
If friendship is magic then you're a muggle

Barely any chicks here, and what's more
They're both fat as shit and total whores
Three hundred pounds at least, like it's a rule
And a dozen stupid cucks in her polycule

Dunno why they choose to live this way
Doubt that it beats being prison gay
I shudder to think if she becomes a mother
But at least these people all deserve each other

(Chorus)
Nerds are lame and fandoms suck
Normal people think that you're all cucks
Nobody cares about your favorite TV show
All you stupid dorks have got to go

(Outro)
You call your fandoms creativity
I hope you all get a lobotomy
 
I went on the Trollpasta wiki and had Suno make some songs based on some of the trollpastas and got a couple good ones. I had ChatGPT generate the lyrics to them.

The Lima Bean Came Knocking
Based on this.

[Verse 1]
Got off work at midnight, yeah I’m feelin’ fine,
CD of Jimmy Neutron spinnin’ in my mind.
Whipped up a quesadilla — golden crisp divine,
Chicken, cheese, cilantro — culinary shrine.

The butter sizzled like a summer song,
I flipped that tortilla like I couldn’t go wrong.
Sat on my couch, oh what a scene —
Sleepless in Retroville on my screen.

[Pre-Chorus]
But the night was young and cursed by fate,
A knock on the door came a little too late.

[Chorus]
🎶 And the lima bean came knockin’, past midnight hour,
Grinnin’ like a demon with cartoon power.
He said, “You don’t eat quesadillas in Pizza Monster’s show!”
Then he stole my dinner and he laughed before he’d go.
Yeah the lima bean came knockin’, oh no no no—
He took my quesadilla and vanished in the glow! 🎶

[Verse 2]
Twelve twenty-seven, heart racin’ fast,
Opened up the door, man — I should’ve passed.
He stood there smilin’, eyes like green fire,
Tongue stickin’ out like a sitcom liar.

“What the hell, you bean?” I cried,
He just burped and laughed, and then he slide—
Right past me, plate in hand,
Quesadilla gone like grains of sand!

[Pre-Chorus]
I screamed to the heavens, “You come back here!”
But the night just echoed with my fear.

[Chorus]
🎶 And the lima bean came knockin’, I swear it’s true,
A childhood nightmare in plain cartoon hue.
Called 911, they said, “What’s that mean?”
I said, “Lady, I’ve been robbed by a lima bean!”
Yeah the lima bean came knockin’, oh what a scene—
He left my soul and fridge both squeaky clean. 🎶

[Bridge – spoken like a late-night rant]
So I called Pizza Hut, yeah I hit ‘em up quick,
Asked if they knew this bean with a sick trick.
They said “Uuuuh,” and then hung up too—
What’s a man supposed to do?

Maybe I’m haunted, maybe I’m fried,
Maybe that bean’s just a glitch in my mind.
But I swear on my skillet and my old DVD—
That lima bean bastard came for me!

[Breakdown – distorted guitars, echoing voice]
“Pizza on pizza nights! Quesadilla crimes!”
Echoes of Retroville twisting through time.
My dinner’s gone, my sanity thin,
Never cook past midnight again…

[Final Chorus]
🎶 And the lima bean came knockin’, from the TV glow,
Dragged my comfort food into the UFO.
Now I’m sittin’ here hungry, but oddly inspired,
By the bean that broke in and my quesadilla’s fire.
Yeah the lima bean came knockin’, you’ve been warned—
Lock your fridge, friends, when the cartoon storm’s formed! 🎶

[Outro – softly, like an old VHS ending]
If you see him out there under neon skies,
Don’t open that door, don’t believe his lies…
He’s hungry for more than your midnight meal—
He’s hungry for nostalgia… and your last tortilla. 🌙

HOLY FUCK IT'S BIGFOOT
Based on this.


(Intro – whispered, frantic)
snap of twigs
He’s out there… he’s real…
He’s got more than one foot…
But “Bigfeet” sounds stupid…

(Drums kick in — crash, crash, crash!)
[Chorus]
🎤 HOLY FUCK, HOLY FUCK, IT’S BIGFOOT!
HE’S REALLY THERE, HE’S REALLY STARING BACK AT ME!
HOLY FUCK, HOLY FUCK, IT’S BIGFOOT!
MR. MURPHY IN THE WOODS OF WASHINGTON, SET ME FREE!

[Verse 1]
Fact #1, the name’s from Canada, 1929,
Halqʼeméylem word — can’t say it, but it’s fine.
Fact #2, he’s got two feet, and one big vibe,
Government gorilla that just won’t die.

[Pre-Chorus]
John Crane says “no data’s real!”
But I feel that stench, I feel that thrill —
He’s psychic, shapeshifting, cross-dimensional ape,
Can’t escape — it’s too late — he’s taping my shape!

[Chorus]
🎤 HOLY FUCK, HOLY FUCK, IT’S BIGFOOT!
SASQUATCH WATCHES ME SLEEPING THROUGH THE TREES!
HOLY FUCK, HOLY FUCK, IT’S BIGFOOT!
HE’S EATING BURGERS, SMOKING WEED, PLAYING GUITAR IN THE BREEZE!

[Bridge – funky, bass-driven chaos]
Melba Ketchum says he’s human, half and half!
Hybrid lovechild of science and a laugh!
Aliens, ghosts, vampires, zombies, too —
Bigfoot beats them all with a keg of brew!

(breakdown – whispered)
He’s fishing…
He’s pissing on your campfire…
He’s dancing like Michael Jackson…
…and he’s watching you.

[Verse 2]
Yeti ain’t him, get that right,
He don’t do snow, he don’t do white!
From Oregon trails to BC coast,
He leaves his mark, the smelly ghost!

[Pre-Chorus 2]
He steals your phone, he leaves a stone,
He’s calling home through psychic tone —
Native spirits told me so,
Now the knocking’s at my door, oh no…

[Chorus – full madness]
🎤 HOLY FUCK, HOLY FUCK, IT’S BIGFOOT!
HE’S BREAKING THROUGH MY BACKYARD FENCE!
HOLY FUCK, HOLY FUCK, IT’S BIGFOOT!
THE FOOT GANG’S HERE AND IT’S TOO INTENSE!

[Outro – descending chaos, guitars melting]
There’s a site… SquatchDetective dot com…
They’ll find him… they’ll find him soon…
(door knock)
...Murphy?
...Is that you?

(final distorted scream)
🎤 HOOOOLY FUUUUUCK IT’S BIIIIIIIGFOOOOOOOOOT!!!
 
A song about the tragic consequences of ICE removing all the mexicans, a man deprived of the latina booty he craves. Isn't there someone you forgot to ask?

My Heart Lives in Mexico Now


I was feeling pretty lonely
And needed to get laid
All I needed in my life
Were horny Latina maids

Maria I can't find you
Even at the taco stand
Every sexy migrant
Is missing from my land

Oh ICE got the word
And deported my little lady
Didn't even get to give
Them all my anchor baby

Deported my baby, sent her south
Oh how I miss picante mouth
Dust my balls, and mop my nut
Can't live without that sexy butt
I'll make your back wet
Keep your lingo
The border patrol forgot to ask
This broken-hearted gringo

Across the Rio Grande
I see it in my dreams
These little dark-skinned maidens
Who used to make me cream

Ride my donkey, shuck my corn
It's not the same with ethnic porn
Lo siento, dear Felina
I'd smuggle you onto my weener

I'll write the senate, cast a vote
Send them over on a boat
I've got cobwebs on my balls
Ever since they built that wall

Deported my baby, sent her south
Oh how I miss picante mouth
Dust my balls, and mop my nut
Can't live without that sexy butt
I'll make your back wet
Keep your lingo
The border patrol forgot to ask
This broken-hearted gringo

Looked for just a single one
I just had to try
Went on down to taco bell
But all I did was cry

Philipino's made the food
But it didn't taste as good
My churro knows it ain't the same
No vowel at the end of her name

So I'll roam like Marty Robbins
Broken hearted, dick is throbbin'
Lo siento, ma and pa
I gotta break this unjust law
Still got hope, yeah I'm not thwarted
I'll paint my face and get deported

It took way, way too much trial and error to get it to do a grito, hopefully they add a better way to add specific sounds.
 
Tried to have a go at cwc virgin with rage to see if Suno would give me something good. After many wasted credits, this is the best one I think.

So Need A Cute Girl
 
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