RAP BATTLES OF UNDERTALLEEE!!!

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Totally not copying Rap Battles of Akademi High or anything... (Probably gonna use a random rap generator so yeah..)

GastyMcFrizzleFrazzle's Rap (Gasty's retarded rap name;;):

Yeah, yeah
Ayo, Willow, it's time.
It's time, Willow (aight, Willow, begin).
Straight out the holy dungeons of rap.

The ankh drops deep as does my hen.
I never Read, 'cause to Read is the Kawaii_Otaku_Artist of den.
Beyond the walls of Cries, life is defined.
I think of Love when I'm in a The Underground state of mind.

Hope the kick got some trick.
My flick don't like no dirty slick.
Run up to the nick and get the tick.

In a The Underground state of mind.

What more could you ask for? The powerful ankh?
You complain about Books.
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the tranq.

I'm rappin' to the cave,
And I'm gonna move your grave.

Welcoming, evil, nostalgic, like a stick
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a nick.

I can't take the Books, can't take the LOVE.
I woulda tried to Kiss I guess I got no belove.

I'm rappin' to the grave,
And I'm gonna move your cave.

Yea, yaz, in a The Underground state of mind.

When I was young my Kawaii_Otaku_Artist had a dove.
I waz kicked out without no labov.
I never thought I'd see that shove.
Ain't a soul alive that could take my Kawaii_Otaku_Artist's belove.

A dead Papyrus is quite the tapirus.

Thinking of Love. Yaz, thinking of Love (Love).

Willow's Whispers' Rap (Willow's ALSO shitty rap name-):

Yeah, yeah
Ayo, Gasty, it's time.
It's time, Gasty (aight, Gasty, begin).
Straight out the crunchy dungeons of rap.

The Snickers drops deep as does my academia.
I never Listen, 'cause to Listen is the Mother (DarkxSoulzyxCaliberx) of hypoglycemia.
Beyond the walls of Bone chrunches, life is defined.
I think of Flowers when I'm in an Underground state of mind.

Hope the bohemia got some nemea.
My hypoglycemia don't like no dirty uremia.
Run up to the anemia and get the leukemia.

In an Underground state of mind.

What more could you ask for? The sweet Snickers?
You complain about Silence.
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the stickers.

I'm rappin' to the cave-in,
And I'm gonna move your craven.

Gasty, cold, terrifying, like a Lover
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a cover.

I can't take the Silence, can't take the goat.
I woulda tried to Observe I guess I got no moat.

I'm rappin' to the craven,
And I'm gonna move your cave-in.

Yea, yaz, in an Underground state of mind.

When I was young my Mother (DarkxSoulzyxCaliberx) had a glover.
I waz kicked out without no hardcover.
I never thought I'd see that cover.
Ain't a soul alive that could take my Mother (DarkxSoulzyxCaliberx)'s plover.

A dead Papyrus is quite the tapirus.

Thinking of Flowers. Yaz, thinking of Flowers (Flowers).

I think using a generator made this soooo much better x'D bye-

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