it was 6am when i went to the store

WE MIXIN NOW BABEY!!!!!!!!!!
Swoldow as Mr. Mix
RaccoonBro as Chef Saltbaker
Beat produced by Anywaywell
Written by Trakked, Alchemyking
Mixed by Trakked
Thumbnail by Trakked
Art by JaCoN

Battle:
Mr Mix:
Hi there! I’m Mr Mix,
The helpful chef that gives fixins to kids!
Try and write your lines, with typing, I’m the captain
Call this track a Mr. Remix, cuz now it’s time to Rap This!
You’re deceiving others, leaving them believing
You’re in need of some ingredients, intriguing them with treats
You got redeemed, now ain’t it sweet? Defeated, seething, left in doubt
Do you see that you’re a weakling, please, or do I need to spell it out?
C U P H E A D
Beat your ass, take it from me
Yup! I tend to savor dishes and save em for later
But with what you dish out, ironically, you are lacking flavor 

Chef Saltbaker:
Well golly! Did you mean to mess with holly jolly Salty?
Had enough of your ribaldry, you faulty reject from Baldi
Take it with a grain of salt from me. Adultery? Please, 
If you're wanting something salty you can drop on your knees (AY)
Who asked? I certainly didn't 
Nor did anyone else wish for this bitch on their Christmas wish list
I’m proficient with my disses so I suggest that you listen
Go hide right inside your files and get the hell out of my kitchen

Mr Mix:
Shh, you can’t talk; you got delayed for many years
Cry more, maybe I could marinate you with your tears
This glass gnome should take his lines, and like his berries, bin it
Now let’s see you keep up with my flow of 8 bars per minute!
(fast rap)
Your phases are baseless and broken, you’re tasteless and coping; your bakery caved in and fell
Stuck in your basement and hoping to make up a potion to strengthen and take it yourself
Stay on the shelf, I’ll take your plates, erase your fate same as before
Escape my place? You couldn’t fit your Wondertart ass out the door

Chef Saltbaker:
I suggest you start accepting defeat 
I have em beggin' in the Isles for a scent of my treats
Now I know this cheesy egghead went an’ scrambled brains,
But now you’re messing with the saint of the astral plane
Did you rap your game’s last level? ‘Cause that sounded like a seizure
I’ll beat this greasy, sleazy freak that believes he’s a teacher
Heat 'em up, leave him’ screamin’! ‘Fore you’re done, here’s a tip off:
Not talking your spammed files when I’m calling you a ripoff!
I’m baking Mr. Trail Mix with my oven-hot fire
The closest you come to heat is when it’s a hair dryer
May have left hackers frightened, but your efforts were in vain
Now you’ll be another Flash game never to be seen again

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