Bots World, Pt. 2

By YTCracker

On Advertising Neals

Released on November 4, 2024

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Let me explain this little game that youre in

We can manipulate your heart strings break em or bend

We gotta list of your interests; youre witty, adventurous

List of your swipes right peers you apprentice

Every connection manifested in a colored graph

And the algorithms working overtime to do the math

Placing little breadcrumbs designed to outrage you

Political opponents that im weaving in the page through

Which youre scrolling -

Buy up all the ad space available and gеt this data swollen

Everything you frequеnt tells the story of your life

And in between the gaps i know the things that you despise -

So i can pepper pages with the pictures to parade us

Through a maze of memes i got the means to entertain us -

And to illicit these reactions -

I get these auto bots cracking

Ya dig

In a bots world we can do whatever we want

Twisting up your brain like it was a croissant

Steer the conversation everywhere however we like

Have our programmatic friends giving you props on the mic

In a bots world we can do whatever we please

Got your dreams fears ambitions in a furious squeeze

We are the loudest most obnoxious on the block with our tools

Its not our fault the world is filled with fools

Neural models of behavior advertisings savior

Reading all your minds like i was professor xavier

Anticipate your strategy to share an article

Yes the game is rigged like all the games up in the carnival

Patent pending on this never ending ride

And mr bones says keeping up with the joneses

Provides pride -

And all you people take it in stride

And eventually we push you into taking a side

Make you question everything that you ever believed

Lock you in an echo chamber with no air to breathe

Every little plot that a human can conceive

Can be amplified a million times by all of these tweets

The bots and ads a megaphone drowning out your reason

The campaign locked and loaded and its open season

I could spend the rest of my time grieving

Or do my thing to get even