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letra de sonic.exe vs. the mandela catalogue - gamingplush64

[intro: announcer]
sonic.e-ex-e-e-e
versus
the archangel gabriel

[verse 1: sonic.exe (shwabadi)]
round 1: a new toy, i found one
’bouta fire shots at an impostor, like i’m a turned around gun (pow!)
bad decision, there can be one winner, not two
so take your own advice and just silence your volume
let’s not beat around no burning bush and peep your story, let’s see
a glitchy, messy edit looking less impressive than my d-mn source png?
police portrait sketches? that’s vanilla, you ain’t tough sh-t
if you got a face not even a mother could love, b-tch!
you copied and pasted (ah!) what your weak god had created (ah!)
hijacked the plot and replaced it (ah!) with some enlongated faces (ah!)
while kyle and tom are still shaking (ah!). i made ’em playthings under my rule
i’m homicidal. you’re some guy who plays with liquify tool
i make a holy ghost go comatose, i deal it fatal
best call a doctor, we’re about to see a weeping angel
when i’m intruding, i turn eggman, knux, and tails to corpses
you’re just too slow; pale in both complexion and performance

[verse 2: “gabriel” (quizzique)]
thank you for the remarks, but it’s evident that
your bars are more a “toddler stress assesment” than a diss track
i would say i leave marks, but we never did that
instead we gave him m.a.d ’cause we tend to spit facts
like, you tried to put up a front with blood and guts as you chuckle running
one by one, had all them done in
but your best work’s friday night funkin’
ooh, the edgy demon says he’s mean and his eyes tint red?
h-ll was checked, you’re not there… they found us instead
if you want to escape me, carpe diem
just do better than dave did when you start to speak up
you can run your mouth about how you can harness speed, but
looking at my mass attendance, you can hardly keep up
i laugh like a hyena. you’re no harmful demon
what’s ole jc gonna do when i discarded jesus?!
i’d say “meet your maker”, but that would be harsh, ’cause the one
thing more childish than you is their rp dms
[verse 3: sonic.exe (shwabadi) & tails doll (garbagegothic)]
put that grin away, you stalk image, you shouldn’t push me
you aren’t “hood”, just keep that sh-t under your hoodie
man, i’m out. i got someone better for your soft punchlines
’cause if “every day gets brighter…” you’re about to feel the sunshine!
forget about the rain when i drop a bar
i’mma bounce off the walls like it’s sonic r!
(ready?) nope, too slow to start
now the scene bouta look like jonah’s car
call you clone of arc, you’re getting f-cking burned because this plushie carries
tails doll’s no tall tale; i’m the internet’s bl–dy mary (ay!)
you must be crazed if you think i’m the doll to play with
is it the m.a.d that you’re plagued with? or is my hatred contagious? (ay!)
next time you’re wanting to break in and leave a mom so distraught that she is hanging
you don’t have to take any baby, just show them your f-cking plushie off of makeship!

[verse 4: “gabriel” (quizzique) & an intruder (gamingplush64)]
i decieved them, such weak rhymes
i’m on another level, so let me rewind
i have friends too, why don’t you meet mine?
he’s been absolutely dying for some screen time
a fl!cker on the tv illuminated his bedroom
and he saw the most cheesy intrusion made since max headroom
ocs like you are typically thought up by kids
but “do not steal” is not enough to stop me coming in your crib
thi-this isn’t just rap, this is rapture. lap circles around you like a saturn
wa-wa-want a friend request? you dont have any left ’cause you’re acting madder than thatcher
you look manufactured, mass produced. i’m d-mning rappers mass produced
apples and oranges, me and you. because it’s your hue against forbidden fruit
you’re not pulling the strings, no, your twine is in my grip
you’re not the real you, you’re miles behind him
while i’m the top apostle and i brought the slaughter quickly
dropped these sonic knock-offs like the creepypasta wiki

- gamingplush64

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