WATCH THE FULL VIDEO: https://youtu.be/aaE2Isa1rPQ

Brodecai as Slenderman (Audio)
Dudz as Slenderman (Video)
Vladimyr P. as Jeff The Killer (audio) 
Dudz as Jeff The Killer (Video)
YDGeon as Announcer

Slenderman: 

Confusion is what humans may feel with my presence
but nothing compares to your whole storie’s coherence
The photos will show that a threat’s what i pose 
I brought fear to the mist, your whole thing’s getting smoked!
not close as a foe, either way, i’m approaching
No traces, thats why i’m acting silenced
When least expected, they’ll be infected 
feeling burnt out to end up missing like your eyelids
My legend’s what settled this whole sensation 
Spreading shock and fright to entire nations 
Looks like ripped off Joker can’t be taken so serious
The only cracks you got just made you go delirious
Rejected by the Wiki, and your fans grew tired
How you’re gonna fire back when your status backfired?
Dare to enter my domain, there's no way you can survive
 but judging by your face, you’re always due to ‘’crossing lines’’
   
Jeff the killer:

Jeff the killer, death is quicker 
So you better run while you still can
Arrive at night, sharp as my knife 
That's why i’m gonna slice up Slenderman!
Enter your domain? as if it was your reign
But you forgot something: I GOT WOODS ON MY NAME!
My lines are packing heat, cuz i’m giving burns like bleach
Feeling stressed? should be! you’re next on my murder spree 
Tried to hit the big screen, and your film was a debacle
That budget couldn’t prevent you of being Something Awful
cuz a game brought your fame, then decayed years later
As always, you’re a lame excuse to seeking paper
For the genre, it is true that you've paved the way 
But thanks to rap battles, you went from slaying to slave
So don’t faze my rage if you still think i'm that weaker
I beat all bullies by myself, you got outclassed by a math teacher!

Slenderman: 

Slit your mouth yet those words have failed to cut deep
Causing snores is the only way you’ll make go to sleep
The damage i create can’t be healed from any mind  
You pass the same effect when seen on Gacha Life
the impact i left goes beyond some numbers
All proxies by my side, you’re only loved by Tumblr
I guess your bad rap/rep is just too hard to cover 
Struggling behind bars? should’ve learned with your brother

Jeff the Killer:

Did you teleport your rhymes? Cuz they felt so out of place
 Should’ve expected that when you lack a mouth on your face
Calling out my targets, as if yours aren’t offensive 
You’re easy to defeat; take a seat with Chris Hansen
See the bigger picture: no one’s scared of your horror
So do what you do best and just stay in the corner
Put some meaning on your writing, so its not bland as usual
Suit and tie fit just right, since this became your own funeral *laughs*

Eyeless Jack:
Its Eyeless Jack here! 
Messing with me is quite risky
Once i murder on this beat, i'll go and eat  
your ki- 
*gets shot and falls on the floor*   

Dudz:
Dude, who the heck let this guy in? The battles finished!
*sigh* Fricking royales…


Written By Dudz
Addit. Writing Help by Vladimyr P., Bacon Pancake & Brodecai
Researching Help By Danii
Beat prod. by HEKS
Mixed and Mastered by Captain Jorge
Thumbnail and cover art by Cidisswo


EYELESS JACK CREDITS

Dudz as Eyeless Jack 
Other Eddie as himself

Written by Dudz
Beat prod. by 2Deep
Mixed by Cidisswo


Special thanks to JotaSeis, Cidisswo, Vladimyr P., Captain Jorge, My Parents, Matthew Thomas, ERBParodies and you

JEFF THE KILLER VS SLENDERMAN- AMATEUR RAP BATTLES

DillyDally as Gerson
ThanosQuack as Old Man McGucket
Writing by AshleyMagica
Additional writing by WAN, DillyDally, & ThanosQuack
Art by WAN
Beat, mixing, & graphic design by DillyDally

Gerson:
Welcome to my shop! Please don’t throw a cryin’ fit
Sellin’ yourself as a tragic hero? I ain’t buyin’ it
You must be strapped for cash, judgin’ by your redneck campground
Guess all that fishin’ for gold didn’t pan out

Annoyed the damn town with your nonsense and rumors
Now *you’re* a local legend, they call you the Gobbledegooker
I’d say it’s all in one of my books, but you’d never read one
If I said you’ll eat your words, you’d *literally* eat ‘em

Spouse left you - how’s it going with that new life?
She took the ring, so you had to get a raccoon wife
And you’re treated as a joke by the last of your bloodline
Are you from underground? ‘Cause you’ll never see your son rise

McGucket:

I SEEN IT! I SEEN IT AGAIN!
With its long gee-rafe neck and its green wrinkly skin
It’s the Gersonwonker! The beast what lives with the Darkners
And is dim as a bulb, but still thinkin’ he’s smarter

But you’re too slow! If your son’s a sign, you always miss the boat
Scuttle off, and don’t you butt in on the hillbilly GOAT
You think your advanced age will stop me? I’ve dined before
I’ll get you out ya shell WHEN I EAT UP ANOTHER DINOSAUR!

Don’t string me along! I flim-flam the banjo!
Thought I wouldn’t clap back? I’m goin’ hambone
Pah! Don’t you act like some literary master
You can’t even shimmy shammy to the end of your chapter!

Gerson:

Yeesh, you sound like you’re dyin’! Are you kickin’ the bucket? 
Drink your own tonic - you sound like a chicken, McGucket 
And your hillbilly grammar should land you in the slammer 
Ditch the moonshine and you’ll still get hammered! 

I challenge folks to snatch my hair and every one of them falls 
The march of time got ‘ya, and you went bald 
You’re just a scholar’s buddy that he ditched to explore 
The banjo player’s always playin’ second fiddle to Ford 

We can all rewrite the prophecy, but ‘cause of all the death you’d seen 
You went from building computers to clearing your own memory 
And now, ain’t a single thought that goes through that wiped mind 
Once again, your life will be wrecked by a Blind Eye

McGucket:

You’re weak as mule spittle, that I’m certain of
You’re less Gerson Boom and more Gerson Bust
Used to be a war hero, now you’re tryna sell stock
Guess even the best of veterans get shell-shocked

All your priest son ever needed was your blessin’
But you turned to a holy ghost ‘fore makin’ your confession
Susie had to take credit for your letters like a spelling bee
The one thing that never passed on was your legacy

I bet your heart is all heavy without the chestplate
Your big statue’s more threatening, you’re just dead weight
If you think you’ll pass down your skills, don’t get your hopes up
‘Cause now your hammer is gatherin’ your own dust

CRANKY KONG MOTHERFUCKER:
I’ve had enough of watching hillbillies decay
Now pay respects to the original DK
That’s right, it’s me, Cranky Kong, from Donkey Kong Bananza
I’ll show both of your wives a real OHHH, BANANAAAA

AshleyMagica as Cranky Kong


Gerson vs Old Man McGucket - Disney Rap Battles!

TaigaTonic as Polybius
Dilly Scott as Porygon
Beat produced by MIDES
Written by Trakked, Dilly Scott and 3ple
Additional help by Shimario and Jpegdogs
Mixed by Jordy
Art by TomPuffs
Thumbnail by TomPuffs

Battle:

Polybius: (0:21)
Before you start to fight me, I would advise
Don't look directly in the screen because I'll blind you with lights (uh)
I use strings of code bigger than you when I load
If you Convert into my cyberspace, your mind will be fried
Drop a quarter in, see the phenomenon they're talking 'bout
An innovative game that makes the bank and draws the crowds
You couldn't block me out, even if you tried 
Want to go back in your Pokeball? That's not an option now. 
I'd talk about your looks, with your cubic features
But you'd fit right in with your new releases
You don’t have purpose and you shoot your beams cuz
You're only flashy when you're inducing seizures
The players catch Zs when you're on the screen
Cuz this automaton has been obsolete 
You once had a use… but that's not the case now
You can't go in orbit… but I'll leave you spaced out.

Porygon: (1:04)
I ain’t sparing no change to a made up coin op-eration
To conclude your story a hoax I just go travel through data 
You think you're shady, man? Game consists of random shapes and crazy graphs
Dragged you out the room ‘cause arcades knew you wouldn’t make ‘em crap
Causing fatalities like it's MK Ultra..
But on the PlayStation store they tell me nobody played ONCE
Some people were dedicated to find ya
Then fans of your story went from datamining to seeing dated writing
Your legend makes my head spin
And the men in black suits must’ve deleted your senses
They paid off the feds since, and your casualties were written off as accidents
So now I’m damaging this cabinet
Gone without a Trace, you’re a fad of the past
Went up in smoke like you left for ‘em like Ash’s dad
You’re so forgettable to the people that played ya
So if you wiped their memories, it wouldn’t really change much

Polybius: (1:47)
You're low-res: a dream of fame for you is hopeless
Everything you spat sounded Pory-phoned in
You're made to break and I am losing patience.
If you see your win, it's a hallucination.

Porygon: (1:57)
So many Secrets and Lies that all the agents devised 
To keep you inside the minds of all the players
You’re beaming lights in their eyes and it leads to their demise
You try to see into mine, I’ll make your brain hurt
I cannot be copy/pasted, yet you're copping my flow
I've seen more addictive gameplay from Pokemon GO
Try to send me your subliminal messages, I’ll escape em
This battle is over because Polybius fainted

Polybius:
Pika hit some missiles with electric flow
Then they had to seize your episode because of seizure episodes
The anime banned you, but it wasn't your fault
Now I'm not the only one that's getting locked in a vault.


Porygon vs Polybius - Rap Cypher #42

Jordy as The Judge
ENNWAY as Misfortune.gb
Beat produced by HERA
Written by Trakked, Syphonstick
Mixed by ENNWAY
Art by BMB
Thumbnail by Trakked

Battle:

Judge:
No other being resides here as I sit in silence and ponder my thoughts
But now you’ve arrived. You’ve had the chance to advance but alas, I'll be turning you OFF. (turning you OFF)
So full of hot air and arrogance; your schemes will come to an end when it’s me that you’re faring with
I shall sit staring for now, because soon I’ll be burning this god. (burning this god)
I haven’t introduced myself. I am The Judge of your sins, so let us begin
You abysmal scum, they’re infinite, your only life goal’s causing death on a whim
You’re not of flesh and blood, you’re a spectre; an amalgamation made from games you’ve stolen from
Or you may be a figment of my imagination, one rupture and this omen’s stunned.


Misfortune.gb:
I’m not a ghost, you’re mistaken. I exist within the fabric of reality.
I came here to play with you, Pablo. Do you wish to challenge me?
Well, let’s play a game, shall we? I’ll begin by listing off all of your fallacies;
You wish to have a match with me? Your judgement’s black and white, like what the Batter sees.
Watch your tongue, ‘cause your flow is abhorrent; so stiff and rigid, I would figure it was rigor Mortis
Don’t pick a fight with an imp, you’ll be floored when I scorch you and turn your family into corpses
This cat can speak, but he’s wasting his breath; I’m a worse threat than Japeth, for you and your lost passion
You’re so insistent in chasing your death; if you want to see your brother again, choose the WRONG cabin… (hehehe…)

Judge:
What is your motive, acquaintance? If you wish to cause me pain, then
You seem to be sorely mistaken. You’re so complacent inside of your game and
You’re not quite skilled in the art of violent confrontation; a mistake, that you chose to face me 
You claim that you pull the strings, but you’re a puppet yourself; isn’t that right, Casey?
My abilities are multifaceted; anyone who’s ever played you found you by accident
Once you gave a riddle to the players to answer, they tossed you back into the trash again.
Your feeble existence will come to an end; perhaps it’d be best if they would all forget you
A shell of yourself that is sent in from Hell; hence nothing remains, except for regrets, too.

Misfortune.gb: 
Lost all your valor ‘cause Valerie died; became so sad, threw your pal to the side
He grabbed his bat, then went to attack, you tried to scratch, but then he demolished you
Best watch your back ‘fore misfortune befalls you, you were replaced by a man in a costume
The player forgot you and Batter offed you for speaking in riddles for half of the time
(hehehe) You’re so incompetent, honestly, this game was over before it began
You sat back and watched a man from God crumble your world to sand
Your struggles were for naught, my friend, so watch as I draw near
No need for your judgment now. I am God here.


The Judge vs Misfortune.gb - Rap Cypher #43

MidgeCat as Mr. Widemouth
Grasman as The Webkinz Killer
Beat produced by Zyller Beats
Written by Trakked
Additional help by M&Mattie
Mixed by Jordy
Art by VibingLeaf
Thumbnail by Trakked

Battle:

Mr. Widemouth:
I’m so excited, I just found a new friend!
When you play with Mr. Widemouth, the fun never ends!
So, stand in the corner, close your eyes and don’t peek
Cuz you’re disguising your identity like hide and go seek
But if the people found out your secret they’d go and lock you up
Execute, electrocute you and that’s really not so fun
We all have our secrets, but your rumor is an awful one
Spread around the classroom like bodies after you shot your gun
I'm better than any Webkin that you have ever seen 
Cuz I make any pet look like garbage right next to me
So jump off the balcony; come and let me snap your wings
You won't go splat if you imagine there’s a trampoline…

Webkinz Killer:
Welcome to my office, but wait, you’re not a Webkin
After this lesson, I’ll still be giving you a present
Must have gotten ill from all of the sick kids you’re hurtin’
So don’t worry; I have a permanent cure for this vermin
With a smile that wide, I’m guessing you’re here for the dentist
Best get ready for your checkup, this’ll only take a second
I reckon I should rev up the engine for your beheading
So remember, it isn’t just medicine that I’m dispensing!
The kids and I are not your friends,
You got defeated by a child that had some common sense
Whenever the parents come you’re hiding under all the beds, looking like a bobblehead
My office could use some color, so watch me paint the walls with red

Mr. Widemouth:
Ooh, we playing pretend? Then let me be the doctor now!
Your site has a virus and it’s time for me to stomp him out
I don’t even need an apple to keep the doc from my house
If I cut your head off you would still run your mouth!
I’m loved by everyone; the kids were terrified of you
They heard about your murders then the devs went and retired you
I promise you’ll be safe.. Let me take you to a better space..
Close your eyes and you’ll be resting in my special place…

Webkinz Killer:
How about you stop luring the kids into your basement?
No one wants to play with you, but you try to be too persuasive
You’re making me lose my patience; I’m willing to lose this patient
You will find I’m violent, I’m prescribing euthanasia 
So I’ll burn up this Furby like I murdered Mrs. Birdy
Imagine all you want, bitch, your words could never hurt me!
I’ll be sure to leave a sight that any child would remember
I’ll have you severed; now you’ll play the quiet game forever




Mr. Widemouth vs The Webkinz Killer - Rap Cypher #46

Leo Barqui as Grand Dad
Trakked as MARIO ROM
TTS as Message Box
Beat produced by Diamond Style
Written by Trakked, Syphonstick, AshleyMagica and M&Mattie
Mixed by Jordy
Art by Dboy
Thumbnail by TomPuffs

Battle:

Grand Dad:
You better listen cuz Grand Dad is bout to spit it
I smash these fads and hacks so bad I get their shit delisted
We both know that you ain’t ready, so dull, but tryna be edgy
I’ll gobble a creepypasta, hope she made lotsa spaghetti! (OHH!)
Want me to find you? How ‘bout I Yabba Dabba Don’t?
Imma barge into your castle, grab this asshole by the throat
You’re a menace to the kingdom, I can see why they can’t stand ya
I’ll stomp him like a Goomba and I’m feeling so Grand, uh
Nobody gave a single shit about that crappypasta game
Cryptic text and awful frames, you damn ROM hacks are all the same
Got high-quality raps for days, bitch, I keep the heads boppin’
They call me a Flintstone cuz me and Peach keep the bed rockin’

Message Box:
Ever since you entered this battle you signed your fate.
You hit the box Fortran, now there’s no more sign to fly away
There’s no way out of here. You’re stuck in my place now.
You're taking the selfish way out.

MARIO:
This is my world that you're stepping in
I'm glad you had your fun in all your ten seconds of relevance
Designers so lazy that they ripped off a TV show’s game
I guess they did bring gaming back into the stone age!
I’ll splatter you across your shitty barren levels 
And then I’ll turn a played-out Vinesauce meme into some marinara 
You disgust me. You can’t win this scenario.
Who tore apart this bootleg? It’s-a me, MARIO!

Grand Dad:
Don’t you think you’ve caused enough trouble, you sleazy bastard?
You just speedran your defeat, now I’mma beat you even faster
My bootleg’s better made than you, your shtick is corrupt
The only point of advice I’d give is to shut the hell up!
You yap on and on about your crimes but I don’t give a shit
You’ve been falling off since autoscroll pushed you over the edge of the cliff
Failed like your ARG, and it wasn’t surprising, too
Players made like your victim cuz none of em had eyes on you

MARIO:
You’re ancient history, you can’t accept your time is through
You were King for a Day but now everybody despises you
So not a single person will care when I bash your head
There’s nothing you can do to change my mind about what happens next.

Message Box:
Victim #2. Another bloodied, mangled corpse.
Hand marks found across the body without a traceable source.
Skull fragments found around the ground with a club lying next to him.
No one’s left to love him. No friends or even next of kin.


7 GRAND DAD vs MARIO ROM - Rap Cypher #48

LunaticmoonVA as Vaggie
Mochii as Undyne
Written by: Ego
Mixed by: jordy
Cover art by: Cidisswo

LYRICS:

EGO RAP BATTLES!!!!

UNDYNE!!!!

VS!!!!

VAGGIE!!!!

BEGIN!!!!

[Undyne]
Fuhuhuhuhu
En garde, Undyne attacks, flee, demon
(Ngahhh) Royal guard, we go high like when she’s singing
(Ngahhh) You take more orders than Grillby’s, you’re adams bitch
Hid the genocides from Charlie now shes got you playing pacifist
Listen, brat, you won’t humiliate me
I’m the only underground rapper in the main stream
Understand, Vagatha, you’ll be history like manga
When I leave you like your past, filled with extermination

[Vaggie]
I’m sorry, what the fuck was all that?
Step in hell, and you’ll collapse in seconds, like the hotlands
You’re the leader of the royal guard? Fuck that shit
I've seen better heroine in Angel’s drug stashes
Hate to tell you, but life ain’t anime, Un
You’re not an Alphys, this fish is a betta
Your fans harassing lets players, is what's getting them off?
I'll do what Markiplier couldn't and finish you off

[Undyne the Undying]
The wind howls, as the waterfall flows
The tragic tale of our people, started long long ago
No, why don’t I spare you with the details of our kind
When I could spear you and put X’s on both your eyes cuz YOU’RE GONNA DIE
I’m Undyne the undying, run for your life
Out for LV but you get none, CUT like a lime
You’re a friendless, self loathing, punk, I despise
Like a trust fall, you let down everyone in your life
I’m the crime fighter, putting Charlie's Angel in her place
Here's a jape, I’ll play a game of tic tac toe on your face!
LETS FINISH THIS, no one can deter my determination 
Even Papyrus’s pasta ain’t as tasteless as your name is

[Vaggie]
You got that out? You’re pathetic, you know that?
They call it under tail cuz you can’t get your head out your own ass
You melted away like your house cooking, when you tried stopping Frisk
I saved a kid from monsters, you could barely save a Monster Kid
I’d rather do battle with Shyren, at least her lyrics hit hard
This fish tanked, and you wanna put me in a box?
This angel turned you into dust, like the human did
Kept an eye out for Papyrus, now both of you are pupil-less

Vaggie vs Undyne (Hazbin Hotel vs Undertale) - Ego Rap Battles

ThanosQuack as Dead Bart
TheToppo as Squidward Tentacles

Prod. by Cubensis & Teimunity
Mixed by Jordy

Art by Box and Ego
Thumbnail Art by Box

Bart • Verse 1 (14 Bars)

(AHAHAHAHA!) Big Simpson on the scene, peeling on your screen, might be too morbid 
They showed my ribs in my screening, but it was less barebones than your performance 
The only right notes you made were in your manifesto, I demand a refund, that act was sorry
Sucked more than the reed in your clarinet so the squid put a hole in himself like it’s calamari

I know that I’m known for my prank calls, but none can compare to the voices that rung in your head, on the night that you fled, as you lied in your bed, they were dying for you to just *POW* 

DO IT!

WALK INTO THE LIGHT LIKE THE SCHOOL OF A NEW KID!
DEPRESSIONS THE ONE THING YOUR GROUPED WITH, SO WHY NOT TAKE A SHOT AT A NEW SCHTICK?
YEAH, YOU’VE ALWAYS BEEN USELESS, YOU CAN’T BE A FAMOUS MUSICIAN WHILE CRUNCHING QUARTERS
THAT’S LIKE MILHOUSE WORKING AT KRUSTY BURGER AND WORKING UP TO…SOMEONE NORMAL!

(AY!) Bro just stop the music and do what you gotta do
Patrick’s out here playing mayonnaise and has more sauce than you
This octopussy pushing 100 and still playing geek scores
Face looking baggier than Homer’s jeans, so do us all a favour and eat my shorts!

Squidward • Verse 1 (12 Bars)

(Sigh) Sweet Neptune…
I guess we’re in the same boat…I hoped they would forget you 
Daring today, aren’t we? I’m sad, isn’t it obvious…
Unlike your initials, let’s hope you take this more serious than my whole audience

(Sigh) But if you wanna brawl, don’t start, cus the shotty’s like LeBron, all my shots got arks 
Bart believes that’s he’s top of the charts, but you can’t be ahead if your one gets sparked
You’re whole verse is a Dud, cus my face is stuck in displeasure looking at this chopped kid
Nobody’s asking who Joe is, they look at you and ask who’s “Jaundice”

And at your gravestone, not a soul would come near, cus you stink so much like Dutchmen’s sock
And the plane crash left your head popped like Duff beer, both your brains and your series are falling off
So just BE QUIET and STOP TALKING, you yellow belly experiment 
Like my hopes and dreams and your whole body, just fade into your irrelevance…

Bart • Verse 2 (8 Bars)

Hey! INK YOURSELF YOU FAT HEADED FREAK! You’re a shell of yourself like your boss is!
You step to DB, and I’ll turn your whole empty concert to an endless mosh pit!
Just think, you’re a brain dead grinch, should’ve stuck with the rope in a corner
You planted seeds of doubt in your mind then expanded your dome like Sandy; that’s a Treehouse of Horror!

Tried to making money, but you just can’t DO IT, tired to make friends, but you just can’t DO IT
Tried to make good music, but you BLEW IT! BLEW IT! BLEW IT! BLEW IT! BLEW IT!
DO IT! THAT'S THE ONLY COMMITMENT YOU’RE CONFIDENT OF! USE IT!
JOIN ME IN HELL! USELESS! STUPID! PUT THE BARREL IN YOUR MOUTH AND DO IT!

Squidward • Verse 2 (4 Bars)

…Is that what you want? To break my conscience like Fred’s leg?
There's red in my eyes, I’m not sleep deprived, I’m tired and I want to be left dead 
Sure, I’ll join you, Stephen wanted a bud of a joke, now his biggest one has a gun to his throat 
In time, I’ll only see white like your eyes, I’ll paint you a picture…it’s one of my own…

Dead Bart vs. Squidward’s Suicide • RAP BATTLE! (TRB)

RAYSLIME - weenie

bring_it_to_the_back

Genf sitzt wie ein stiller Quader, Neonlicht in kaltem Takt
Zelle ohne Echo, ohne Farben, ohne Stimulus-Kontakt
Klinikbett als Würfelkern, Koordinaten ohne Rand
Ich vermesse jede Kante, lege Atem an die Wand
Zwei Wochen Vakuum-Imprint, Sinneszäure frisst die Spur
Stille kriecht in jede Faser, macht das Denken hart und stur
UPD als Weißraumkammer, ohne Textur, ohne Ton
Nur die Uhr in meinem Körper, Triplet-Click im Neuron

Ich zähle Raster in der Decke, 13 Orbits, klein und groß
Falte Silben wie Membranen, bis der Druck ins Zentrum schoss
Selbstwirksamkeit wie Plasma, sucht ein Feld zum Überspringen
Wenn kein Mensch den Puls erwidert, muss das Alarmsystem klingen
Eins für den Atem, zwei für die Grenze, drei für den Code
Ich werf Funken in die Matrix, bis das Protokoll verödet
Feuer ruft die Hüter, Türen öffnen, Augen blinzeln grell
Kurze Kante Wirklichkeit, dann wieder alles weiß und schnell

Ich sprech in Quantensequenzen, Tupfer Licht im Schädelraum
Hyperfraktal in den Reimen, topologisch wie ein Traum
TripletFlow im Spike-Timing, 808 im Hirnstamm brummt
Wenn der Flur kein Echo liefert, wird die eigene Stimme summt
Ich kalibriere meine Achsen, Sigma-Fehler, Null zu viel
Ohne Input driftet Denken in ein kaltes Eigenziel
Also klopf ich an die Regel, Code der Safety-Automaten
Schicke 3 Signale raus, bis die Wächter Daten laden

Isolation macht das Hirn zu einer Kammer für Versuch
Ein Organismus baut Geräusch, wenn die Welt nichts anderes sucht
Selbststimulation als Brücke, Reizgleichgewicht im System
Ich beschreibe meinen Zustand, nicht als Ausbruch, mehr als Schemen
Genf in mir als Messgerät, CH-Genauigkeit im Takt
Jede Schraube zählt die Pulse, bis die Stille leis zerknackt
Zwei Wochen klingen nach Metall, nach Chlorid und Linoleum
Ich male Muster in den Staub, Morphologien, Radium

UPD monatelang ein Feld, Paramater ohne Spiel
Ein Quadratmeter Bewusstsein, legt das Schachbrett über Ziel
Kein TV, kein Außenfenster, nur die Innenprojektion
Also baue ich aus Sprache einen Fluchtkorridor aus Ton
Reime falten wie Proteine, binden Sinn an leeres Licht
Kaskaden schieben Dopamin, bis das Dunkel bisschen bricht
Wörter sind mein EKG, jeder Vers ein Spike in Reihe
Wenn der Algorithmus menschlich fehlt, wird die Maschine meine Weihe

Ich hör den Klick der Schlösser, wenn der Alarm das Raster füllt
Kurz wird alles multiton, die Sensorwabe überbrüllt
Blaue Westen, klare Stimmen, Prozeduren, Check und Blick
Ich antworte im Takt der Fragen, klinische Grammatik, zackig, strikt
Dann Reset. Zurück ins Weiße. Wieder Bett als Würfelkern
Wieder Zählen, wieder Falten, wieder Feuer in der Fern
Dreifach feuern, nicht aus Trotz, sondern aus Regelresonanz
In der Leere braucht ein Körper Gegenkraft zu seinem Tanz

Ich schreibe mir ein Messprotokoll:
T0: Herz im Triplet-Roll
T1: Atem wird zu Metronom, 113 als Grundsymbol
T2: Kognition zieht Spiralen, Orbit 9 im Sprachparcour
T3: Stille frisst den Input, Selbstbild flackert, wird contour
T4: Triggern, weil das Safety-Netz als Spiegel kurz existiert
T5: Datenabgleich, Menschenauge, Rahmen kurz justiert
T6: Nachhall fällt auf Null, ich bleibe übrig, Punkt im Feld
T7: Wieder bauen, wieder takten, wieder Schrift als Gegenwelt

Ich leg die Hand ans Plexiglas, fühl das kühle Auditiv
Höre eigene Blutarchitektur, subharmonisch, repetitiv
Ich kleb den Flow wie Isolierband an die Nähte dieses Raums
Mache aus den weißen Flrte meines Tra

Ich mach dih, ich beschreibe Vektorlast
Wenn ein System zu stark entzieht, wird Selbstkontakt zur Rast
Also montier ich mir ein Echo, baue Resonanzgerät
Nenne es Alarm, weil’s in dieser Sprache jeder versteht
Doch hinter Sirenengewittern steckt der Wunsch nach Schnittstelle
Ein Gesicht, ein S
UPD ein Labor der Grenzen, wo man lernt mit sich in Geduld
Ich nehm die Daten, bau sie um, mach Zeugenschutz aus Reim und Ton


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