[Intro]
Spamton!
Versus…
[Verse 1: Vanessa, Vanny]
Gotcha! Freeze! Hands up, quit moving!
Last thing that I want tonight is some wimp looting
Most annoying thing in my inbox since Luis
Not just gonna take names, kid; I’m taking you in!
Slimey little lying virus, know that I’m not buying it
Check the main stage; I’ll show who’s showtime when I slide a disk
Oh, you get mad when your rivals don’t play fair?
Forget about the sun, you wouldn’t survive the Daycare
Yeah, I know you, saw your file, it must hurt to see
I’ve got exactly what you want: a job with Security
I’m murdering the track, this is the second time you’re burned alive
No Silver, Eyes see through any lies that this perp’ll guise
No Phone to Guy-de you
This battle is donе, set
So cry in the recеiver…
Are you having FUN yet?
Rabbits rule at multiplying, but this bun’s dividing ya
Even if you made me fall, I’m leaving the mall fired up
Your friends were worried bout you till your phone paid off and got you rich
Then they turned around and forgot you like “It was just a glitch!”
Coincidence? The mixing of “Vanessa” and “Bunny?”
If you connected that, then you’re finally right on the money
Don’t try any diss assembling, you’ll fumble on the beat
So run away, or else I’ll send you on a ‘company retreat’
[Verse 2: Spamton, Sammy Laurence]
[YOU LOOK A LOT MORE BLOND IN YOUR MOVIE] Vanny
But imma raise the [-stakes]
I’m a [G], you can’t [Sweep-]
[MC FLURRY] [on the track] HIT IT BOYZ!
It’s [#1] [97] and I [LIGHT] the Mike…?
Kick it back to [87!?] cuz my lines got [BITE]
Most puzzling puppet since John Kramer with the Kromer I’m receiving
[BUT ALT-ERNATELY, I’LL CTRL YOU AND KEEP ON DELETING]
Your pizzaplex is full of [freakin] questions!!
Are ya- [Mike?] Are you- [Baby?] Are ya- [Princess Quest] -kin????
The whole [INTERNET] interested speculated your spot
Then had five lines in the trilogy, and one of them was [AAAAAAAAHHHHHH]
Your flow must be a [Sister Location] the way it’s [face] -ing leaks
But I make [betas] [FREAK] get up in your [face] like a leitmotif
Your savior was [?????] in the flames at 3
Then [SCOTT FUCKING CAWTHON] had 2 [Mangle…] up your game release!!
[I’m novel, you’re comical], at least that’s your pages read
Only time you’re going [MASK OFF] is when you lay deceased
No [SAVE]ing when I make it 2 the [basement] where I’ll [take my leave]
[H E A V E N] watch me [get] into the [TRASH!!] and then I’ll take the key!
(OW— HOCHIE MAMMA THAT [Smart Race]
WHAT’S THE [BIG] IDEA?!
DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM?!
I’M [numberoneratedsalesman[1997]]
AND YOU’RE A-)
(Shhh….)
[Verse 3: Sammy Lawrence]
It’s time to take notes from the music director
Head of the department’s removing your head first
Be not afraid, isn’t this what you wanted?
I’m a goddamn reanimated prophet
You’re not a threat playing dress-up, Vanessa
When Greg spoke into an Alexa and it wrecked ya
I only need a dustpan and Security Breach breaks
And that’s a safer bet than any Spamton Sweepstakes
Betrayed, abandoned, and blamed the Addisons
Layed in trash until taking action
Sold lame knick-knacks all to pave the path to a grave attraction
But just like Bertram in the basement
That’ll be out of your reach
A hare and a cat? No, you are both sheep
Because I reign supreme, this is where your games end…
Lights out. Can I get an amen?
[Verse 4: Mephiles the Dark, Spamton ]
Coming out of the Shadow, I’m here to bring hell
Make you eat your words; you’re already drinking inkwells
A pit of kinnies bickering? This is disappointing…
Let me turn up the heat: Iblis Trigger Warning
Vanny, head of the rotten grandpa fanclub, can’t even get my hands up
Call me patient 4 ‘06 with the way I damage damsels
Taking advantage, breaking the canon, then I’ma vanish (HAHAHAHA)
Oh Spamton, (HUH?) You’re smiling wide for the guy with a mind more random than the RealTime Fandub
Your scams, never gave a damn for
Stepping’ up to Mephiles never ends well
Not even Sonic can stop me, I send a piece through his chest
Get Elise begging for help
You are all dead to me, some of you literally
Swat you all down like a butterfly
Why fight at all? My win is meant to be
What’re you gonna do? Gonna cry?
[Verse 5: Junko Enoshima, Mukuro Ikusaba, Tsumugi Shirogane]
And here enters Enoshima, the Ultimate Fashionista
To tell SEGA’s edgy demon don’t be such a massive diva
Don’t say you fire shots, you were written out of the canon
While ‘Photoshop and junk’ is a more accurate description for Spamton
Aww, look at this rabbit’s crappy stitching, she’s a bit of a shamble!
Likewise, your paper plate is just a waste; you’ll get canned like Pendle with Campbell
Mephiles can’t grip a candle with how lit I am; I’m dripping, try me
I can, like, even make a shot through the heart look bitchin’ (Listen)
Ikusaba’s always gonna kill it if you wage a war
I wanted you to bring me to despair but you just made me bored
I hid in an academy, and maybe you should take a course
Because I’m blowing up the track, I even made a banging corpseHow did Vanny’s game dare to call it ‘free roam’
When it has more glitches than her Alter Ego?
Even then, your World Program’s a stronger NEO
Than this email chained in the basement
Like Sammy, he called *but nobody came; both got dropped like 06’s frames
I will not take slander from amateurs when, in all their plans, they got slain
Goth phases, blot stains, and block chains? I’m not swayed
Your wins are Ultimate Fiction: They’re only fit for cosplay
