Papyrus Makes a Mixtape Lyrics

Lyrics

Papyrus:
Ready for this, sans?

Sans:
I don't think anybody could be prepared for this.

Papyrus:
Shut up, sans! You just can't understand perfection!

Attention monsters
My name is Papyrus
I'm a skeleton
Made with magic bones
And lots of cool

If you need proof
Then look at my biceps
Because they're wearing sunglasses
And that clearly means I rule

My skills are unrivaled
When it comes to spaghetti
With sauce
And pasta noodles extra long

And not a single creature has survived this dish

Sans:
But Frisk just walked right past us...

Papyrus:
Sans, don't interrupt my song!

It takes a special
Kind of perfection
To match what I have been
Without ever having tried

And that's why Undyne wants me in the Royal Guard

Sans:
But aren't you still in training?

Papyrus:
Hey, that doesn't mean I lied!

So if you think
That we can be pals
Then you had better be prepared for immense amounts of fun

Unless you're human
Then I'm afraid
That you'll be captured

Sans:
But you kinda made friends with one.

Papyrus:
Sans!

Sans:
What?

Papyrus:
Stop plaguing my mixtape with incidental lyrics!

Sans:
I thought they sounded pretty good...

Papyrus:
Well I think they sounded like... Not Papyrus!!
Which is the worst kind of sound to be!

Sans:
Oh...
Well...
Sorry then.

Papyrus:
It's okay, sans! I already forgive you! Come one, let's go get some Nice Cream!!

Sans:
Huh?
The pc's actually on fire right now.
I think that's the first time he successfully cooked something.

Papyrus:
You're officially unforgiven, sans!