original by recd 
https://youtu.be/PLKxZ1cYofg

fnf Challeng-EDD WITH LYRICS By RecD (tord part)

CREDITS

Gold: Juno
Lyrics, Art, Audio, Video: Juno
Original Composition: SimplyCrispy
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QRjGajLS6ic

Monochrome PERISH MIX WITH LYRICS Hypno's Lullaby (v2) Juno Songs

Not mine, this audio belongs to Freshy Kanal
Freshy Kanal as The Announcer
littleflecks as Red Guy, Kirk Burbank's ID Card, Talking Record Player and Exec 3
AdamDRB as Truman Burbank
The Stupendium as Yellow Guy
George Wilson as Duck
Freshy Kanal, GamingPlush64 and Connor Quest as Truman Show's executives

Intro:
[chattering] Okay, quiet on set everyone! [chattering stops]
Okay, rap battle intro. (Okay, got it!)
Cut to Truman title card. 3, 2, 1. (Truman title card!) Brilliant!
Cut to Red Guy title card. That's not my name. Uh, action!

Red Guy:
Who's this guy? The man with the odd face.
I would really prefer for you to get lost, mate.
Oh, it's Carrey as the only character he ever plays?
Wow, even my voice has better range.
Put me on your boring channel, and I'll score some interest.
He was born an actor spoiled brat: adored, and still he left.
They pulled the plug because a life that's more secure, he did reject
To be the loser who got canceled way before the internet.
Maybe swap your batteries; it isn't just your set where the lights are out.
Wow, really, what a tragedy, how you were driven mad with your wife around.
Anyway, as a dad, I'm glad to see we're all celebrating Father's day right 'bout now.
Oh wait, let's check your dad's ID. ([ID file:] Hey, I think that he might've drowned!)

Truman Burbank:
Good morning! Oh, and in case I don't see ya, then good — that'd be greatly ideal!
Can your eldritch horror wait until tomorrow? Not doing THAT is my favorite idea!
Here's to hoping that you get a visit from a singing dental floss,
Because those canines look more rabid than my neighbor's dog!
And I'm afraid you're wrong! My dad is more alive
Than that dummy for a brother and that duck "for the wiiiife"?
Ripping through you like a magazine! No sweet talk; I ain't a fax machine!
Honey, I had the saddest dream where Not-So-Little Red Riding Rug tried on some tacky jeans!
With your dark, creepy theming, you managed to reel in
An audience younger than even Sesame Street's is!
So be more discreet when you're speaking about canceled TV, kid!
Your first pilot was so egregious that it couldn't be greenlit!
Uh? Here's something you can put in that pad:
There's not a single creative in that colorful cast!
The internet's done with the fad of you lousy fuckin' pastas!
They cleared their heads of this browser Cookie Monster!

Don't Hug Me I'm Scared:
Yo, here is how you too can rap! Here is how you rap: first of all, you rhyme,
And you raise the roof, and you stay on beat, and you sub to the Freshy Kanal Patreon!
This is how you rap! I did it!
That's not rapping! Yeah, it is. No, it isn't.
See? I tried to rap like this disc insisted.
And now there's gifts everywhere, and he's ruined Christmas!
The roof didn't elevate; it didn't move or budge!
Stop trying to raise it and give it up. Like Truman's mum!
Maybe you would like that musical advice
As the one human in your life who's not used to having lines!
Ask that guy in the mirror to come here and help explain to ya
You're not stuck in Trumania; you're stuck in true MANIA!
Now I'm walking out; don't try to hold me hostage.
'Cause I'm the top dog. He's Grolton, you're Hovris!

The Truman Show:
We should probably do something; Truman seems keen to leave.
He's more likely to get to Clayhill than Fiji; please!
Uh, hang on, change frequencies–
Seems they shut it off, like they did to your show when the Queen deceased!
Not sure if this is the right time or place for debating this!
I feel like a beast is watching as we're stuck here entertaining him!
Nah, just kidding! If only someone were taping this
So you could see the looks on the hands they... puppet your faces with!
Is that the best you can do?!
What did I expect from an exec in a suit?
I don't mean the red guy, nah; I mean a separate buffoon!
I'm directly addressing this message to you!

Outro:
Uh, sir, now what?
Um... get it down, get it down, cut to outro!

Don't Hug Me I'm Scared vs. The Truman Show - Rap Battle!

I DO NOT OWN THIS TRACK, ALL CREDITS TO JAKENUETRON ON YOUTUBE, I WILL TAKE THIS DOWN IF THE OWNER REQUESTS ME TO.

AUDIO ONLY  | Only One Way (feat Caleb Hyles, Pearl Point ,NBerryPop, Novasaur | jakenuetron

All Stars WITH LYRICS | Mario’s Madness V2 Cover | Synth V

Not mine, this audio belongs to GamingPlush64
ENNWAY as Happy Appy
TaigaTonic as Rap Rat

Happy Appy:
The TV is on, but I suggest turning the lights out
A scrap with Happy Appy is like running with knives out
Ever heard of "Nightmare?"... Well you're gonna right now
This apple dropped a noggin and knew tons
For helping kids up bruised up, you interrupt the fun
And order them to go do stuff, screwed up
Your stammering gives them lots of trauma, I give them hope
Like a poster for Barack Obama. I was getting dubs from Russians
Now I'm rushin' a dub. You caused a Couple of Cowboys
To crumble to dust, Oh no! His lines are cheesy
Rap Rat's going to fall, If you want to help with this verse
Give this number a call

Rap Rat:
Lights, camera, a-a-action! It's time for thе main attraction
Come on, get up, close to thе screen, I'm no ghost I'm the dean
And it's time for classing, I'm the-I'm the-I'm-I-I-I Ratatatatatata
Rap Rat! Following up jokes like a laugh track (What?!)
You're not a teacher-teacher, you're a first class hack and you're gonna crash like-crash like-crash like
Well, we all know that gag
I'm not after apples, Appy I'm-I'm after the cheese
But I'll leave you bobbing if-if you keep yapping at me
Go ahead and tell the kids I wi-I win naturally
I'm a Rap Rat-trap the way I snap on a beat
While you were written to mimick gimmicks
By a kid who barely reads, you aren't Hot or Cold
You're just a crummy Katy Parody, so don't challenge-challenge
The realest one here to a rap battle, this sitch is black and white
(HAHAHAHA) You're a bad apple

Happy Appy:
SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU MUPPET, I'LL TURN YOUR FACE TENDER
You traded blows and crumbled like the World Trade Center (uh)
Yeah, I mentioned 9/11 and I'd do it again
Roses are red, violets are blue, I have a gun. Get in the van
Yeah I'm meant to be upsetting, You were meant as a successor
But you were creeping out kids so now you'll never get the cheddar
Then the 2010's came, became a creepypasta legend, In the present?
Let's just say they'll find your body with Forenzik's-
I'm demented, cross the apple's sauce, there's never been survivors
I couldn't help this piece of shit if I was rich in fiber
And soon, we'll have another trophy to hang in our cabin
Check the blog posts, we have a history for doing rats in

Rap Rat:
You aren't saucy, You look like you're about to get dipped into caramel. This is what was classified as scary? Hell, quit staring
At children inside the bushes, you creep. You leave em crushed
In debris. I'm just munching de'brie!
In fact, never let this mother fucker monitor kids
Lurking in a van like-like he's on top of a list, sucker-sucker-su-sucker-sucker. You never got in a lick, You aren't cool just because
You're on a popsicle stick. This prick who-prick who-prick who
Never existed failed, I'm a Rat King, You're just a twisted tale
You never could get past me because this rat is sober
So shout out the name RAP RAT C-C-Cause this match is over

Happy Appy vs. Rap Rat. DGPRB.

LET'S MAKE A DEAL by RecD Ft. BobcatXtreme - Bill Cipher & Ford Pines Gravity Falls Fan Song

Flowey Vs. Monika - MADE BY GAMINGPLUSH64

SYSTEMIC CORRUPTION II: THE AUDIT
(Silk & Circuitry)

The sequel to Systemic Corruption — a confessional tribunal in sonic form.
Where the first song exposed the crime, The Audit drags the machine into the light.
Each verse is an exhibit: the gas heaters, the ignored notes, the bureaucratic rot.
Each chorus is divine litigation — gospel choirs versus government silence.

From Greymouth to global, the Audit is a declaration that the system no longer owns the narrative.
This track is the sound of a file reopening — not in a courtroom, but in the public ear.
Play it loud enough and you’ll hear the paperwork burn.

#TheAuditHasBegun

Systemic Corruption II: THE AUDIT

We were talking fine,
laughing fine,
everything smooth,
no walls, no signs.
Then my battery chirped—
that little warning chime,
and I said,
“Hold on a second, just need a minute of time.”

Your smile dropped like a stone in water,
eyes widened like I’d confessed a crime.
Funny how one sentence
turns you into someone I don’t recognize.

“Wait… you’re deaf?”
As if the whole time I’d been tricking you,
as if I hid some big reveal
designed to personally inconvenience you.

You were warm before,
now you’re cautious.
You were normal before,
now you’re conscious
of every word, every breath, every move—
like suddenly I’m something to improve.

I said “Hold on a second,”
not “Rewrite who I am.”
I needed a battery,
not your pity or your scam.
You switched up fast
like the truth unspun you—
Oh, now I’m deaf?
Funny how that suddenly changed you.
Hold on a second…
I didn’t change.
Your reaction did.

You start speaking slow,
like I’m fragile glass,
pausing between words
like minutes have to pass.
You turn your head to check
if I’m keeping pace,
but your awkwardness is louder
than anything I can replace.

Before the battery died,
you treated me fine.
Now you’re over-enunciating,
acting like I crossed some line.
It’s wild how your tone
went from relaxed to staged—
like one tiny truth
made the whole script change.

I told you nothing new,
nothing shocking, nothing wild—
but suddenly you’re handling me
like I’m some scared child.

I said “Hold on a second,”
not “Treat me like a case.”
I needed a moment,
not a whole new face.
You switched up quick,
like my silence offended you—
Oh, now I’m deaf?
Funny how that suddenly shook you.
Hold on a second…
I didn’t change.
Your comfort did.

You didn’t mind
when I heard enough to keep things smooth.
But the second I needed clarity?
You forgot how to move.
You forgot who I was.
You forgot we were fine.
All because I needed
one damn minute of time.

It’s not my job to ease your fear.
It’s not my job to disappear.
I’m still me—
battery in, battery out—
but you only see the silence,
not what I’m about.

I said “Hold on a second,”
not “Redefine me now.”
I didn’t ask for pity
or whatever this is somehow.
You switched up fast
for something that’s always been true—
Oh, now I’m deaf?
Welcome to the part you never knew.
Hold on a second…
If one battery scares you,
wait ‘til you learn
everything else I’ve been through.

I needed a pause.
You needed a warning.
Now I’m back…
but you’re not the same.

Flowey Vs. Monika - MADE BY GAMINGPLUSH64

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