Furina vs. Arlecchino - Freshy Kanal ft. Kurobane Azia, HalaCG

Listen, it's the Archon

That all of Fontaine feign and fawn for

You might be good at killing

But your people skills fall short

That scary look is off-putting

Don't know what your problem is

Still pale and sickly

Guess you never took a doctor trip

I'm award-winning

You would fold on a stage

To be an actress

You need to have emotional range

Too messed up

From all the senseless hurt and tragedy

Runs an orphanage, but can't

Adopt a better personality

Pass the pack of tissues

Crying 'bout your family issues

Think about how this affects the kids

Didn't bother, did you?

Always skipping town, never around

Leaves Lyney piling chores

We find the court's ruling is

You should be paying child support

So, Ms. Furina

What do you deem a misdemeanor?

Deceiving your people

And then proceeding to be a diva

She lost the plot

Struggling to save Fontaine

It's ran by a con

'Cuz she treats her title like a cosplay

The youngest leader of my house

You're ancient and you struggle

Lies blown out of proportion

I'd hate to burst your bubble

Your labour's shoddy

You need professionals for prophecies

Not a mascot that'll sink

In her backlog of apologies

Try not to leave the battle

If you feel you're losing it

Put a magic trick on trial

But you're the real illusionist

Face the bleeding truth

This girl failure's ego's bruised

You want success and peace included?

Can't have cake and eat it too

Ugh, boring!

Your performance needs work in it

Don't think I'm just gonna let you win

You know, like Clervie did

Murdering your best friend's dark

Guess you weren't as loyal

You carry that burden with you

No wonder your blood boils

I pass these guilty verdicts

Executions if I say the word

Sue you into the dirt and

Neuvillette will do the paperwork

Now, I'll wash you out

Like a spider down the drain

And when I end up on top

That's the icing on the cake (that's right)

You love to point fingers

Rather than grabbing a sword

You jump to conclusions

Running a kangaroo court

While you convict the innocent

The truth is straying further

You make it easy for me

To get away with this murder

The blood on my hands

Is what abolished my chains

Your negligence sent Poisson

To a watery grave

Even your godly side

Wanted to die for the throne

Now you're washed up and headed

Straight to the retirement home

You know a thing or two about performance, after all

Why, thank you. It was an honour to spar

Fair play, Ms. Furina