The battle of the sinister house cleansing games!

VinnyO as Phasmophobia
https://www.youtube.com/@VinnyO
MidgeCat as Powerwash Simulator
https://www.youtube.com/@MidgeCat

Quizzique as Player 1
RaccoonBro as Player 2
garbageGothic as Player 3

Written by Quizzique

Mixed by Special Inquisitor Rayyan

Beat by Dansonn

Thumbnail TBD

Lyrics:
Phasmophobia (0:14):
Player 1: I’ve got fingerprints in the garage, must be where the spectre’s been
Player 2: It can’t be a poltergeist, this place is obsessively clean
Player 3: I found the bone, he’s been dead a LONG time, I’ll photo it later
Phasmophobia: Based on that, this must be the ghost of Powerwash Simulator

You couldn’t do what I do, you couldn’t even try, dude
Unearthing the truth you can call it Mauka Aitu
Exercised with demons, spitting quicker than a Raiju
You drench locations, quite enjoyable for Psytube

My game’s built to stress you out
One bad hunt and it’s all over
Your game’s made for spacing out
Makes sense your first job is a Mars rover

Speaking of, those jobs are uncomfortably lame
With as much consistency as your company name
To think you have fame, you’re living in Fantasies
Your stardom’s a snapshot, even the phantom sees

Your fandom’s just a spirit, and I bet you couldn’t fight one
Despite your HQ, I can see you’re not a Bright one
You’re just cash for your producer’s grab
Workshop that in a FuturLab

Powerwash Simulator (0:59):
I don’t get it, I’m supposed to be scared? Your game hasn’t been scary in years
I played it once, I bullied a ghost using smudge sticks, it had me in tears
But there is one fear, I have seen all of those ghost altercations
Yet the only thing that scares me is your Discord’s moderation

Let’s turn up the jets, the job that’s up next is your atmosphere because I can’t see a thing
In your lobby, when there’s a spectre, who would elect to this gang of misfits, nobody shall ring
It’s just a hobby, you get paid pennies to risk your life plenty of times for some strangers
Your rep is soggy, unlike my cleanup, it’s spotless! You just can’t live up to the dangers

I see no positives in your services, your system’s coarse by design
You don’t even get rid of the ghost for the host, yet you leave a few corpses behind
Your system has declined, too, because what defined you was “simple to play”
“Cheesy scares for days” yet every update has undermined you 
Triple the content yet half the enjoyment, that’s what resigned you

I’m the embodiment of r/oddlysatisfying
It takes patience and time, but the result is quite gratifying
Cleaning disastrous aftermath’s a cakewalk to the contracts you’re ratifying
The slightest of flickering lights would leave your scared ass panic hiding

Phasmophobia (1:58):
For someone that cleans after fires, I thought you would have spit some flames
Yet look at my thermometer, you’re colder than a ghost’s domain 
Your job’s not done yet because it seems your target’s not acquired
The only way you’d pull a win financially’s with Market pliers

Powerwash Simulator (2:13):
That’s your best comeback? Makes sense it’s lackluster
Don’t update the game if that’s all you can muster
You got the roast wrong, and that’s the end of the case, so
For you to spit some heat we’ll toss you into our volcano

You’re Power-washed up, and your fight was pathetic
Your corpse has ragdolled, but that’s purely cosmetic
I’ve removed this stain and it’s somewhat poetic
That your motion is over, that’s the end of Kinetic

Phasmophobia Vs PowerWash Simulator | QUIZZICAL QUARRELS #3 (feat. VinnyO and MidgeCat)

Welcome to the fifteenth installment of “Quick Diss”! We got two… apparently the only connection is that they're alcoholics… today! It's the horse from Horsin' Around, BoJack Horseman! Standing-up against the monster from Moralton, Clay Puppington!

Lyrics:
BoJack Horseman:
Wait a minute, this isn't the bar? It's an introduction!
Get it? 'Cus it's true. Guess I'll fire this puppet
I'd tell you to stuff it but you're clay, Puppington
Consider rehab to clean up your shit… Clay Puppington 
Huh, I'm on my punny shit, get a shot glass and belt it!
Use it as fuel to get your son's ass and belt it
Or maybe don't, 'cus your self "image" can't sell it
While I get rich off my own portraits for shelvin'

Clay Puppington:
Orel! Why's there a horse person on my lawn, shoo!
That's not possible, that's not something that God's do
I'm lost; truthfully, I'd need a cross before I cross you!
Uh…wait, I think it's a guy in a costume…
Huh, crude. That you drink up a whooole bottle
When animals don't have souls to go full throttle
On benders, just swallowing their own problems 
You run out of hay? Then say bye to your close trauma
Ya see Horseman, I'm not mad, I'm just disappointed
With one appointment prison could've been avoided
But no, you boinked it. Remember the lost commandment!
"Thou shalt take accountability for all their damage"

BoJack Horseman:
What are YOU doing here? Oh shit, it's a rap battle
Thaaat's why your pants stood on after that babble
And I got baggage? Please, your pansy knees can't hold your baggy jeans
A different kinda praying the way Danielle Shaped your family.
Twice you'd get on your knees for a blonde turd
Now you and Shapey can bond over "our Father"
THAT'S Orel, I should be posting this
Your wife don't need coaching for you not to be her one and only
BIIITCH, you're a gross fruit, and Honey Dew is gross so;
Ask Blob, "honey, do you love me?" She don't though.
Go loathe in your study, associate punchin' with lovey-dovey
My dad was also an ass but we're related to them buddy!
Go suck a dick dumb-shit! *Bronx Cheer*
Take THAT dribble on the chin like your one kid.
He settled with Bloberta after she conned him
Didn't take a star to burn out your "lovin". (Haah.)

Clay Puppington:
Stinkin' dead end battle. I mean, why the long face?   
Cus you tried to ship yourself with a teenager one day?
But hey! With all that fornicating it's a habit!
Guess you can say horses are just… nature's rabbits.
Let's take the bandage off your pathetic past
No amount of alcohol is disinfecting that!
So I'll swig it, ahh, that's refreshing man
Diane ditched em! Can't cat-call to get her back
Ask Carolyn why'd she quit working on you
Didn't ask when Sarah Lynn quit twerking on you!
BoJacks heroine overdoses on his heroin!
Couldn't thread the needle; and now she's dead as sin!
You're a stupid piece of shit…choked like your chick
Blew your load. But, Herb wasn't minding it    
You pathetic bastard, look at ya. Set up to a joke
A horse walks into a bar and makes amends, nope, he croaks
Holly-Hawk couldn't watch her brother proudly
Trying the easy way out via smother, drowning
Being BoJack IS nature, your mom's hilarious 
Take the fucking shortcut. Secretariat a-bridged.

BoJack Horseman:
Sometimes I feel like I was born with a leak.
And I still got better flow than this tortured poor thing
Killed your own mother with a bottle of ketchup 
Then dad bottles his emotions in hopes you would fess up
But you didn't, so you burrow
Shot your kid and didn't even get a churro
So curdle in your mommy kinks, stuck in your person
I could egg you on but, you're not even worth it.

-CAST-
BoJack Horseman: Arkham
Clay Puppington: Grey Julius

-PRODUCTION-
Thumbnail by: JaCoN
Written by: JaCoN
Beat: http://www.shadowville.com/audio//Shadowville.com%20-%20Suffocate.mp3
Beat Produced by: 2Deep, Patrick Carney, and Dee
Mixed by: Danii


BoJack Horseman vs Clay Puppington - (Quick Diss) #15

Guh!

STARRING 
Azia as Maka Albarn 
TheBabyBeef as Calliope Mori 

Written by
ForgottenSon 

Beat by
Trunxks 

Mixed by:
SIR Rap Battles 

Thumbnail by:
Box


Maka:  
Well, would you look at this? seems I got a new assignment
beat you in the art of rhyme and take your soul into confinement.
Are you sure you’re not a Kishin with the souls you’ve been reaping?
Nevertheless let's begin, start the End Of A Life then!  
You can ask my partner, Soul, my flow is sharper than a scythe 
So if you wanna piece of me, I’ll give it to you by the slice! (Yeah)
Think you're all that? Well, Miss, I got a newsflash for ya
You’re the favorite Vtuber of folks who’ve never heard of Gura!
Like your tracking, I am going through the motions.
Exposing all my opponents to the moment they're demoted 
to having their souls stolen. So start hoping for atonement 
Or I'll leave you, Calliope, like your Japanese - broken! (ooh)
The Shinigami’s apprentice? I find that quite silly, and frankly
I’ve seen scarier Grim Reapers out of Billy and Mandy.
And, correct me, cuz I’ve been somewhat skeptic
Is the reason for your sub-count thanks to the Pandemic?

Calliope:
Guh! What’s up, chat? It’s ya Boy, Calliope!!
And today there’s a little girl tryna pick a fight with me
I'll show y'all once again that streams like this aren't for children
Lemme take this beat here, the Reaper's going back to killing!
You really tried and clearly strived but keep in mind you realize
that, it’s because of you, Maka, that your own partner nearly died
So hear these rhymes inside your coffin, I guess it's safe to say
this ain’t gonna end well…kinda like your anime 
No matter what I undertake, the crowd will watch without a doubt
While they only watched you til FMA: Brotherhood came out 
And when your prequel was released to bring you back to the top
it left all your fans saying “This is Soul Eater…NOT!” (GUH!)
You say you’re a fire spitter? Maka, I would beg to differ.
Wanna fight? Then my scythe will swipe right like it was Tinder!
​​So stubborn to your friends and hit them with books you cause harm
I could just call you a tsundere… Baka Albarn!

Maka:
Did you think that would beat me? Your head’s screwed like Dr. Stein's.
That whole show was see-through, no wonder you're from Holo-live.
and stop those lies, a tsundere? Like how you act is any less 
Don't try and hide the fact you want Takanashi's chicken legs (Ha Ha!)
I’ve looked at your backstory and it repeats in your disses
Cuz you’ll change careers again when you’re lacking in sickness. 
Yes, we're both scythe wielders but I don't need one to slay this
looks like this reaper's been put on an indefinite hiatus

Calliope:
You talk on backstories when yours is fucking petty
Became a Meister because her parents marriage wasn't steady 
And when your father tries to do his best deeds 
He must be a fan of mine, since you see him as a Dead Beat!
As far as soul collecting goes, you almost had your task done
You got 99, no problem, but a witch gave one
Like I said before, Maka, my streams ain't for kids.
So cry to your mom if you can find out where she is. (Peace!)


Next Time: Front and Center (Ft. BDGR)

Maka Albarn vs Calliope Mori - Rap Battles of the Forgotten!

Welcome to the sixteenth installment of “Quick Diss”! We got two… again with the alcoholics I swear to fucking god…it's the character I officially use too much, Eric Duckman! Getting on the case of Mike Tyson's favorite animal, Pigeon! (Or more specifically, Richard!)

Lyrics:
Duckman:
What the hell you starin' at?! With 340 degrees of lookie
A spoof of Scooby with all the Dooby
Tryna get yourself baked! Literally and not
All those attempted suicides, still can't get off the pot! (Hah!)
Like damn, rather lock up this bastard later
Why fight a PRIVATE Dick when you're a public masturbator?
God turned ya to a pigeon for bein' a massive failure
Lying about your riches to get with Sandra's paper!

Pigeon:
Eh, I get it, like sand paper; you fuckin' nerd.
Hey, is it all that racist to flip YOU the bird?
Stupid jerk (heh.) I'm really good at this
Why are your eyes detachable?! That's the stupidest
Like who is this? Who watches fucking Duckman?
Who gets home from work and says "hey let's watch Duckman"
Nobody, that's who, wait, what am I doing? Right, riiight
Uhh, I think your fuckin' wife died.

Duckman:
No shit Sherlock! And I get I'm the detective
Yet a birdwatch can't help me find your erection
Whether it's your junk, or all the crimes that you penance
Couldn't stand up to your wife or the Yung one's you abandoned!
So screw you, like that one hooker did
Oh boo-hoo, you were just a crooked kid!
Who'll give a look or shit, just let it consume you
All pissed off 'cause dad let a cougar abuse you
Twit got ate quick, a deer in the headlights.
He can't evade it, especially if it's his sex drive!
A spineless, gutless, bodiless pest swine!
Guess it makes sense you got it on with a fleshlight!

Pigeon:
Ay, what the fuck? How did you know all that personal trauma?
I thought what you caught on with Sandra;
Was awfully odd but, do I get off on you attacking me?
Know I'm a pigeon but you're a rat with wings!

Duckman:
I'm not sure how I'm lectured on your dummy violence…
All that pressure really does make Lucky Diamonds!
Or cans at least, all your fans have ceased like it
How's a show canned at 4 seasons with TYSON?
Musta went through the ringer! Like "voice actors" should
You still stomped on his legacy. THAT'S athlete's foot!
Rich was fat at first impressions; as fat as your depression!
His past has come to wreck him, how balloon-men get pricked!

Pigeon:
Ya see, I was gonna beat off while you were T-ing off.
Buut, I found your Wikipedia…
Seems that uhh, you killed your own dad?
Damn, that sucks man….Duckman.
Heh, shoulda used those head-shots on your wife bro
She was forced to give life to kids like those?
Two heads and a tubby dummy light post 
Ehh, if only he was as bright! No…
That's terrible, like you are at your fuckin' gig
How are you worse at being a pig…than a pig.
I sort've get it… he was aware your gal was livin'
Corny ending, all of your fans musta been livid!
That's funny, too bad your show wasn't
On your cringe high horse, then you battled it or somethin'
Your fam is saddened and caused thy to plummet!
Eh…Still not as tragic as Light as Duckman!

-CAST-
Eric Duckman: RaccoonBroVA
Pigeon: CP

-PRODUCTION-
Thumbnail by: JaCoN
Written by: JaCoN
Beat: https://cdn.airbit.com/tagged/1585240014-73113-roots-by-insanebeatz-beat.mp3
Beat Produced by: InsaneBeatz
Mixed by: jort

Eric Duckman vs Pigeon - (Quick Diss) #16

Toni Rigatoni as Colonel Sanders
K.C. as Starbucks Siren
Written by Special Inquisitor Rayyan 
Additional writing help by 3ple, Theme Park Avenue, Leo Barqui & KCToons
Mixed by Serena
Art by 3ple
Beat by Jake Angel Beats
Cover art by M!CAH
Special thanks to 3ple

Sanders:
Back from the grave to come batter this dame, I'll be fryin’ her under pressure, God
You're half of my age; though I'm graspin’ a cane, still a master at runnin’ a restaurant 
Here’s a fact you can't face: the batch of lattes that you're servin’ are lackin’ in taste 
You tactless disgrace, how you gonna outrun my business when you've got problems with handling race?
Got finger lickin’ rhymes to rebuke this siren so I advise you to stay muted, silent
Just like the tired workers you choose to fight with, all to prevent them from unionisin’
Food’s appetizin’ here, unlike your venue’s
Won't need whipped cream to be toppin’ your menus
Your frappuchinos, I'll quickly spit it
‘Cause I'd get diabetes from a single sip in

Starbucks:
Oh please, I won't be taking a lecture from you on how I'm imparting sweets 
When one single bite of your greasy chicken would clog up all of my arteries 
I'm finishing you like your mash, done in an instant with all of the flow that I got
I find it surprising you're grasping the mic, when you've had troubles in holding a job!
But I’ll give this old man applause, he started a family rapidly falling apart
‘Cause at home, he's a fraud; left his first wife alone for so long that his own ass got dropped 
And that's only the start! Got a stroke of bad luck and I thought Ronald was the troubled clown
Had to watch as two of your fathers passed away, how's that for a Double Down? (Wooo!)

Sanders:
I'll say, those disses you're spittin’ felt like your biscuits - that shit’s tasteless 
Now I've dealt with my fair share of raw chickens, but even they weren't this naked
Must've Costa lot to be a little side dish; in the Grande scheme of cafés, you blow
I broke into the scene with the chicken I dish, you break into a scene when it's Game of Thrones!
Compared to me, like your skin you plainly pale
I could even top Popeye’s when I'm raisin’ sales
If we're talkin’ bringin’ spice, I’ll crank it to 11
Check the drip, I'm best suited to master this profession
So it - ain't no question when you fall shorter
‘Cause a small cup of coffee is a tall order
Can't decide on a size when Wi-Fi’s all you’re asked for
My image lives on, for you it's the last straw!

Starbucks:
What legacy? A recipe that they're neglecting? Please.
I asked your workers, they say scalding them’s your specialty
With how often you're marking headlines for your awful work scene, it's shocking
Not even I could stir up so much controversy that common!
I'd be surprised if you could land a single hit on me
This crotchety old man walks like he's rocking with some chicken feet
I've an awfully hot coffee pot and I'm dropping it all on a dishonest pop
Your title is nothing but pure poppycock, ‘cause you've never even been a fuckin’ army jock
So Colonel, you shoot a corny advert and then you
End up forgotten like your breakfast menu
Take your lifeless brand back to its gravesite
I’m dropping you quicker than the actors you’re played by
Spitting hotter Zingers that you can't avoid at all
And I'm shitting on your chicken like a famous toilet bowl
Don't need drumsticks to set a beat, your poultry’s gross, bitch
Kicked the bucket cause I left this old bean roasted!

KFC vs Starbucks. SIR Rap Battles Sidequests (ft. Toni Rigatoni & K.C.)

The demo track I recorded for Rick Sanchez vs GLaDOS.
Dated January 2023

Rick Sanchez vs GLaDOS - Eddie's Demo

Ben Drowned (Misc) VS Faceless Ayato (Misc)

ok trust bro i didnt even realize faceless ayato was a shameless copy of bendrowned until like three quarters through recording give me some mercy please 😭😭

writing: me
voicework: me
poor mixing: me
beat: epil3psy

Ben Drowned (0:18)

Pop from a cartridge into a dead game.
Land like a port ship, boarding your island state.
You’ll get scarred quick, targeting your headspace.
When I face off a swordsman, losing ain’t up for debate.

Listen close, little is known about this Ayato,
Except those fictional stories that scare thirteen-year-olds,
You’ve got no face ‘cause you’re stealing the basis of my legend,
That’s why I’m carrying you to a greater Ascension.

What’s lamer than Genshin? A change worth a quarter.
A terrible fate that you’re not saved; It’s YOURTURN.
I’d let this dork burn, but you’re quite the empty entity
Looking at your lore, it seems like you’re taking this L-egy.

Faceless Ayato (0:46)

*Sigh* How pervasive.
A mild virus wasted on childlike abrasiveness.
Quite alike how we’re chasing the player
But looking at you makes me glad that I’m faceless.

Haunted a modded ROM, then locked at the bottom of
Grandpa’s dusty old garage, that’s a terrible setup,
No cult classic, a kid outclassed by cult tactics,
Trapped in, forever outdated like your graphics.

I’m not a copy, just a better version of your tired trope.
What, being in a videogame ain’t what you might’ve hoped?
You jump through cables but couldn’t possess a microphone.
Let me give you a new reason to be a hydrophobe.

Ben Drowned (1:15)

You shouldn’t have done that, (STOP) 
But let’s have some fun, yeah? (PLAYING)
‘Least when I take up storage, (DROPPED)
It ain’t for some dumb app! (FRAMES)

Your time runs short when you’re coming from TikTok!
Trust, ‘cause I know a thing or two about quick clocks!
Tell me, there might be a need for a Mask mandate,
You came from the dark web, is that why you do blackface?

Faceless Ayato (1:34)

Re-generated lines? I’m not flamed by this AI.
Keep in mind, his brain stays confined in a save file.
In the Mind’s Eye, there’s no damage done in a hiatus,
But in Entertainment, you’ll remain nameless.

A fad from an age that’s long been past due.
Step off the podium, I stand atop this statue.
That’s you, putting on a mask for a better cause,
Not Covid, but for your pretend façade of a CleverBot.

Ben Drowned (1:53)

Wait up, something was lost in translation. 
How do you have lines when you’ve got nothing to say ‘em with?
‘Cause you stalk a bar-tender, but couldn’t get a tail end,
So let me make it known to the world how your tale ends!

Bled out to a friend gouging your head out,
Then found, spread ‘round the net but there’s been doubt,
BEN DROWNED sends thousands down to hell town,
Refreshed browser will turn a mess ‘cause - you’re next now.

Faceless Ayato (2:11)

Here’s TheTruth.rtf, you’ll drop into the sea when I release you.
Too bad you no longer have a .net to retrieve you.
And the next time you employ 4chan and occult kids,
Make sure they’re smart enough to follow instructions.

You failed to be an ARG but that’s hardly a mystery,
Ben is more malevolent, and his story is history.
The Moon Children wouldn’t listen when I had declined them,
So they choked on my flow, like you will. Goodbye then (Goodbye Ben).

Ben Drowned VS Faceless Ayato - Rap Battles of Whatever

Written by: CreeperPasta 
Beat produced by: Rajaste
Mixed by: CreeperPasta
Thumbnail by: LimJJ
Flowtest by: Theme Park Avenue
Mr Pickles: Dr.Dee
Binky: Kamren
Presentator: Quizzique 
Arthur: CreeperPasta
Arthur's Dad: JustGamer
Francine: CreeperPasta
Muffy: DerpiesGamingBlast


Presentator: 
You Gotta Be Kidding Me: A game for kids and grown ups. What's the problem, Arthur?

Arthur: 
Binky is still fucking my mother, and ever since he came to my house, DW has been missing. What should I do?

Arthur's Dad: 
Here's a tip, Arthur. Get me out of here.

Francine: 
It's ok, Binky is fucking my mother too. You'll get used to it.

Muffy: 
You should mind your business. You'll live longer that way.

Binky: 
Nobody said you couldn't join us, Arthur.

Mr Pickles: 
I know exactly how to deal with your mother, Arthur.

First made her giggle no tickle (uh)
Then made her tickle my pickle (uh)
Killing them all like a sicko (uh)
Make holes in your mind with no prickles (uh)
Do you wanna fight? You're bark and no bite
Don't fuck around with Mr Pickles (uh)
If these bitches bite, oh yes, these bitches bite
Like Tommy, I react with giggles, uh
I'm a different beast from a different breed. I love the taste of minced meat (ruff!)
You're P-BS for an ARG, and as shitpost, you just piss me off
At least I'm loyal to my human. You see your friends as your enemies
You need discipline, so serve me or I serve you to my pet Steve.

Binky:
I took a bath with Arthur's mom, but you're the one who's washed up
Lesser Lassie's trapped in a well. Let's see you get out with more trash talk.
A beast, a threat? To whom, may I ask? It's time you face the facts
You died soulless, and Sheriff replaced you in time as Grandpa gave you the ax 
No more secrets, Mr Pickles. You don't scare me in the least
You may lay down deep on your lair, but you can't hide from this beast
I solve problems. I help people. I seek to achieve perfection
You're a vermin, son of a witch. I hope you like vivisections

Mr Pickles:
Trash talk? I speak the language that makes my bidding get done
From now on, anyone who repeats your verses is speaking in a dead tongue 
So don't threaten me with a good time. Now it's time to say goodbye 
As I rip your limbs, break your ribs and I eat your flesh under the moonlight 

Binky:
Try that on me, your balls come off. Keep this horny beast locked up.
Animals, corpses, your verses, your series. All of those things, you fucked up.
Another problem solved, you knew how this ended deep down.
But cheer up, Mr Pickles. Your corpse will look nice in my treehouse.

Mr Pickles vs Binky (You Gotta Be Kidding Me) - Rap Off

(0:14) Weirdcore:
Are you alone? (*knock knock*) Do you hear the knocking?
Seems I’ve found the house of the Insane Clown Posse
Who waste their time and money to embody circus freaks
And I'll strike down like Nintendo for using Pikmin OSTs

How you fools maintain a smile’s truly a puzzlement
Got too many mental issues for a single clown to juggle it
Balloons are the only blowing up from this Tik-Tok trend
While we have our eyes everywhere… except for on your content

(0:41) Clowncore:
Oh goodness, how tragic is this sad fabric fad’s rapping,
But with that mushroom fixation, makes sense that you’d be capping!
I’m the fungi here, you’re shrouded in darkness like your filters
You only stole the show because you popped the ‘pill’ in ‘pilfer’! (Hoho!)

I exist to bring smiles, but can't tell if you're chucklin'
When you cover that mug like your parents do when you're in public!
Your mind is stuck in empty fields ‘cause you only grow sad
But I could just find the remote and shut you up, tally-hoes mad!

(1:08) Weirdcore:
Caking your unsightly face in paint layers so thick
Yet with all those cosmetics you still couldn’t make-up a diss
You prey on kids, can't evade this when you can't dodge accusations
Tack on a seizure warning for the police lights that are chasin'

I’ll cut out some (paper dolls!) after you’re skinned alive,
How ironic (Ronald McDonald!)’s the one who’s getting fried
But here’s a solution for all the (Trouble!) you’ve been feeling:
Make like a (Worm on a String!) and hang yourself from the ceiling

(1:36) Clowncore:
Audiences stay invested with my discography so splendid! 
And while I rock suspenders, your fans’ accounts get suspended! (Hohoho!)
Clowncore’s the IT factor, spend pennies wise to stay jolly
Fitting these surrealist tick-tockers are addicted to buying dollies (Dalis)!

Thanks for visiting our fun house, but now your luck has run out
Call me Geiru Tornado with how fast I’ve brought this bum down
You should have teamed with Dreamcore, ‘cause it’s nightmares I’m supplying
Now it’s bedtime for this Gremlin, so go to your room and cry, bitch!

Alex M. and Azia as Weirdcore
BirdJormungandr as Clowncore
Written by Nugget, Raisu Battle, Awesome Ayden, BirdJormungandr, ForgottenSon
Additional Writing by Jacobrl99
Beat by Call me Brian 
Mixed by Trakked
Edited by Raisu Battle


Everyone subscribe to Raisu. He is the goat!

Thumbnail by Grasman

Rick Sanchez vs GLaDOS - Eddie's Demo

Effarby