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letra de carl the npc vs cashier - planty rap battles - plantyfrb

(carl the npc verse one)

h-llo player! welcome to the game!
actually, would i call you that with how you’re getting played?
act like a super-visor, but you can’t land a hit!
of course, the counter’s always at 0, you’re the accident!
making you stop living, all you do is get frowns!
the players were shoplifting, then your shop went down!
a game about getting f-cking snacks, seeing lore?
i could put you 6 feet under, and you still won’t be in core!
both this dummy and dummy just be b-tching
playing your game’s like (tangomangle- do you want a free chicken?)
but f-ck it, i don’t even need to be offing too
cause еver since you’ve been gonе, hats off to you!

cashier: [snoring]

carl, the npc: player, wake up

cashier: [still sleeping]

carl the npc: wake the h-ll up

cashier: [wakes up] oh- uh, sorry uhhhh

(the cashier verse one)
[yawns] well, it’s my turn?
best go into the freezer, you might burn
do you think i like working? now i have to make your end
well, you know how to take shots, you got shot by your friend!
so who wins here? the guy who k!lled his friend over a gun?
act inanimate, so makes sense you simp over a plush
speaking of guns, best drop it, like what john did
however, mess with me, i’ll make this battle like a shoplift..
excuse me, (ahem), sorry i kinda lost it, though
i would gladly knock you down like it’s dominoes
your creator tried erasing you, reality was bending
making your existence implode, like a sub-ending

(carl the npc verse two)

wow, that sucked ass! man, you are-
somehow less cut out for this than your car! (d-mn!)

[cashier fell back to sleep]

…. can you stay the f-ck u- y’know what? i’m out of it

cashier: what?

i’m already sure that you’re used to counterin’!
you couldn’t jump me if you tried, but say b-tch
i could register your head into the pavement!
you got turned into a furry, now your game lies dead!
you got murdered by k.y.u., but you should k.y.s-

cashier: too d-mn far, dude

carl: my bad. still f-ck you!

(cashier verse 2)

wanna talk to me, man? with your game, thinking people like it?
a few sentences can make you have a crisis
then a few sentences to the cell, breaking your mind since
your creator hates you, and you couldn’t even fight it
acting negative… always being a d-ck
like a gun and you… you are no one’s pick
the world revolvers around you?
one cl!ck and you’re bent, thing
is that when i’m done, this will be your true ending

[gunshot]

cashier: ah f-ck-

carl the npc: heh, dumbass!

- plantyfrb

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