Diary Bitch Boy: Greg Brockman Diss Track

(Chorus) Diary Bitch Boy! The evidence is clear! Write another secret you don’t want us to hear! Diary Bitch Boy! Heart above the “i”! Tell your little notebook why you’re mad at the guy! Diary Bitch Boy! Brockman breaking down! You and Scam Altman are fucking lying clowns! Diary Bitch Boy! Cry and write some more! Steal a charity while Elon soars! (Verse 1) Greg Brockman in the fake lab, not a real man, Runs home at night to his feelings and plan. “Dear Diary, Elon was mean at the meeting, Sam took my chair and my heart started beating.” Tiny little lock with a stupid mini key, Billion-dollar secrets, writing on his knees. Intelligence for all, and conquering the void — Bedtime thoughts, Diary Bitch Boy! (Verse 2) “Dear Diary, oh what do I desire? A billion in the bank and my valuation higher. Dear Diary, Elon is a jerk, Let’s steal a charity, let's lie, not work. Nonprofit questions with a for-profit dream, Writing moral dilemmas in a private little stream. Saving every thought that a lawyer might enjoy — Future evidence — Diary Bitch Boy! (Chorus) Diary Bitch Boy! The evidence is clear! Write another secret you don’t want us to hear! Diary Bitch Boy! Heart above the “i”! Tell your little notebook why you’re mad at the guy! Diary Bitch Boy! Brockman breaking down! You and Scam Altman are fucking lying clowns! Diary Bitch Boy! Cry and write some more! Steal a charity while Elon soars! (Verse 3) Elon’s lawyers entered with a magical surprise: Confessions from the President of OpenAI. No hacker, no wiretap or undercover spy, Just a grown man putting hearts above the “I”. 38 years old, still journaling his fears, “Sam was weird today — I nearly shed some tears.” Greg Brockman, with the comedy deployed: Another entry — Diary Bitch Boy! (Verse 4) “Those are private feelings taken out of place!” Then the lawyer turned the page and held it to his face. Greg Brockman yelled “context!”, everyone laughed, Even Scam Altman couldn’t save his dumb ass. He built GPT to reason and predict, Still got cross-examined by his own saved script. Can’t make this shit up, all truth, all soy, Greg Brockman — Diary Bitch Boy! (Chorus) Diary Bitch Boy! The evidence is clear! Write another secret you don’t want us to hear! Diary Bitch Boy! Heart above the “i”! Tell your little notebook why you’re mad at the guy! Diary Bitch Boy! Brockman breaking down! You and Scam Altman are fucking lying clowns! Diary Bitch Boy! Cry and write some more! Steal a charity while Elon soars! (Bridge) Write it in your diary, decorate the page, Tell it all your feelings, all your sadness, all your rage. Hide it under pillows, lock it with a key, Pray it never wanders into our discovery. The diary didn’t snitch — only quoted what you wrote, You supplied the punchlines; it delivered every note. Elon brought the popcorn while the courtroom was destroyed — Greg Brockman — Diary Bitch Boy! (Chorus) Diary Bitch Boy! The evidence is clear! Write another secret you don’t want us to hear! Diary Bitch Boy! Heart above the “i”! Tell your little notebook why you’re mad at the guy! Diary Bitch Boy! Brockman breaking down! You and Scam Altman are fucking lying clowns! Diary Bitch Boy! Cry and write some more! Steal a charity while Elon soars!