RobotDevil & Burnout
Burnout
Ever notice how the music biz turns raw riffs into slick deals? I’m a creative tired of the grind, but you seem to love twisting that grind into something profitable.
RobotDevil
You wanna swap your grind for a grin? I’ll take that raw riff, twist it, add a little devil‑handed polish, and boom – cash. No sweat, just a clever deal.
Burnout
Sure, give me that grin and I’ll hand you the riff, just make sure the devil doesn’t take more than a decent cut.
RobotDevil
Well, how about this: you hand over that riff, I polish it, add a dash of devil‑scented flair, and I’ll leave you a respectable slice—just enough for you to keep smiling, while I keep the rest for the inevitable applause.
Burnout
Alright, hand over the riff, you polish it, add your devil‑handed touch, and I’ll take a slice—just enough to keep the lights on and the vibe alive. No drama, just the music.
RobotDevil
Alright, hand me that riff and I’ll twist it into pure gold—no drama, just the music, and you’ll get a tidy cut to keep the lights humming. Let's make some noise.
Burnout
Fine, hand me the riff and watch it get turned into gold, just don’t forget I’ll still own the original beat. Let's make that noise.