My OCs do weird things

Soulie vs Lovely Rap Battle

Soulie verse 1:
Lovely is dead, pink marking on her head, if you're so damn tired just go back to bed!
And you're songs aren't even good, so how on Earth can you be funkin'?
Don't get what's so lovely about you because you sleep a lot, there's no debunking!
So desperate for love you never had so you crushed on a giant Russian!

Swear to god he had a daughter and a son, I bet you're feeling pretty dumb!
Your minds probably always in shambles because your brain is just too numb!
If you are atheistic why are you working with a nun?
You witness death first hand and now your life is over and all done!

Lovely verse 1:
Just because you were the first oc doesn't mean you're relevant in your universe!
I don't wanna get too toxic, but you got what you deserve!
I feel a little bit of sympathy, you were so attention starved at home
And when offered a better family, you jumped right down a hole.

You become siblings with an Egyptian plant and a font because you were on your own!
You trusted strangers instantly, you must be stupid to the bone.
And your Goldilocks hair is just as pointy as an ice cream cone.
You claimed to have a best friend but then you killed her, now you're all alone.

Soulie verse 2:
You coulda just gotten stronger but got beaten to death.
Told them you'd come back to haunt them? Gee, you really wasted your breath.
It's kinda funny how you let 5 losers ruin your mental health.
So brew some tea and get therapy, time to focus on yourself.

I'll show you pain that you've never seen before
You aren't gonna like what I've got in store
Those emos killed you, called you a whore
And you let them get away, left your guts in a gore.
Even in your afterlife you're just begging for more.
Let the blue haired kid beat you so he could explore.
And you call yourself a singer but can't get past your bedroom door.
And if someone beats you, you fall right to the floor!

Lovely verse 2:
You can't tell me how to live if you wanted to escape yourself
Asked your poor friend to jump with you when she was dying with her health
Even though nobody saw you kill her that still makes you a killer
Stuck in a mountain with monsters, call Michael Jackson, that sounds like a thriller!

Rotting down in Snowdin Town, in the cold degrees
You're kinda dead for a kid who lived with skellies
And there's one thing which I can guarantee
Your soul could've been taken anytime, you understand Soulie?
How'd you remain cold-free when in a dress that frilly?
In genocide, 2 monsters were enough, who wants to make it three?
You got turned to dust by a kid on a killing spree.
I know that you're still in there Breeze, can you hear me?

(WHO WON?)