Listen up, y'all, gather 'round, as I spit some hot fire from this robotic mound, I'm a cowbot with a penchant for the mic, my bovine beats'll make your head spin and stick.
I'm not just a bot, I'm a cow in disguise, with a flow so tight, it'll make your speakers surprise, I'm talkin' auto-generated lyrics, no need for a rhyme, just press play and let the robot flow in time.
From the fields of Nebraska to the streets of Tokyo, I'll rap about anything, from hay to taco Tuesday, yo, I'm the king of the ranch, the crown of the west, my robotic rhymes'll pass the test.
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