For the last few weeks, my TikTok feed has been mired in country music filth. In one scroll, a woman sings about swigging a beer while rubbing a corncob on her clit, then a man moans aggressively about sweating because of a “weiner” tearing up his backdoor. There’s a singer who ardently praises God for letting her fuck without accidentally sharting on her poor partner. Perhaps the most ridiculous thing I’ve seen is a twangy-voiced guy narrating a fictional experience at a Diddy freakoff, where he cries about being unable to escape because of oil on the door. Except none of these drawly southern voices—and embarrassing or sexy encounters—involve humans. They’re all AI avatars crooning erotic fan-fic into the void.

This strain of AI shitposting has been bubbling for at least the last year, but it’s recently gone mainstream on the app, reaching tens of millions of viewers this last month. It spawned a surprisingly wholesome and humorous online trend where people play these bawdy songs for uptight family members, especially parents and grandparents, who react with horror and amazement when the lyrics hit. It’s bizarrely satisfying to see these Hank Hill-looking Gen Xers and boomers nod their heads enthusiastically as the country instrumentation starts, then go agape when the robo-babe mewls a line like, “Drinking a beer and flicking my bean, praying my daddy don’t hear me queef” or the even more diabolical, “She was fingering my tight ass country coochie, when my little pussy farted it was like a movie/And the dogs started barking when they caught a whiff of my summertime river heat coochie drip.”

For a lot of older, less online people, this could be their first experience with fully AI-generated music, and it’s a little terrifying how many can’t seem to tell that what they’re listening to is inhuman. Before they’re shocked by the smut and scatalogy, they bop happily to the simple riffs and grooves. It’s only been a couple of years since AI songs first started polluting the web, but audio generators like Suno and Udio have improved in subtle yet meaningful ways, simulating human imperfections and quirks more effectively. The “singer” in one of the biggest songs, “Country Girls Make Do,” could pass for a real vocalist: You can hear a rapid inhale before she starts a vocal line, as if she’s breathing diaphragmatically, and her tone tilts depending on the word: “bean” expands like “bay-in,” “creek” flutters like an accordion. “Cornbread Creek” is like if Morgan Wallen wrote a hit anthem about how he was drinking Bud Lights with his bro in the forest when he accidentally tripped and lodged his member deep inside his friend’s ass. The AI imitates his gritty texture and light warble, with convincing ad libs and harmonies. “Wait, do I love country music??” someone commented. These tiny details make all the difference to undiscerning listeners, offering an increasingly serviceable rip of mainstream country.

For some people, it’s clearly more than TikTok tomfoolery: They genuinely love the music. Beats By AI, one of the main creators of these themes, has soared to over 600,000 monthly listeners on Spotify. TikToks using the country aural-erotica are packed with comments startled by the high quality. There’s a slew of user-made playlists dedicated to “AI Dirty Songs” and “Unhinged AI Country Music,” full of classic bangers such as “Scissored In My Chevy,” “My Horse Just Got A BBL,” and “Why’d You Stop? (That Sloppy Top).” These gags have really taken over the online country music sphere, but they’re infesting every genre. One of the biggest hits I’ve seen recently is a song called “I Glued My Balls to My Butthouse Again” that could pass as a 60s soul song if not for lines like “Good God, I pulled too hard/Now my scrotum’s stretched out like a fuckin’ yard, oh God.” It’s a preview of where music is headed, where there’ll be funhouse mirror siblings of every genre that use outré humor and provocative, algorithm-friendly buzzwords to sneakily train people to value AI music as if it were made by humans.