SONIC.EXE vs BENDROWNED - Freshy Kanal ft. Lee Bergantino, yukigloom

The curse of the cartridge is coming to light

Do what you do best, and run for your life

I took one look at your ugly design

And now we've both got blood in our eyes

We corrupted our games and took over computers

But let me put a lens on the truth

While you ended up inspiring some users

I ended up inspiring you

They say, "don't judge a book by its cover"

What a bummer, that alone has your whole story covered

You strike a pose and then cut up all your friends to bits

Link must've played the Elegy of Edginess

The emptiest narrative since the vessel where I hid

So let me try to better it, BEN has been known to edit scripts

You sent your pals to heaven, beheaded and left 'em tortured

I guess you saved the best to end last, now it's YOURTURN

I hope you're faster than your YouTube show

'Cus I kill tales when they move too slow

I'm aware that your ritual didn't do much

But if you want death, X gon' give it to ya

Your cartridge blows, you need a redesign

Coming from a CD, I'd rather boot up the CD-i

You were the sacrificial lamb of some mad religion

Tried to ascend but couldn't get past the baptism

Come on, keep this interesting kid, you've gone stale

You've been free in an old guy's yard sale

You wanna be your hero? Better luck next time

'Cause you are a Link... to your cult's website

Your project's out, but the hype was gone

You were watered down, it's a dying cause

After all this time, your notoriety's lost

Every child sees my smile and knows I AM GOD

?pord seidob ekam I erehw wonk annaw uoy oD

Do you wanna know where I make bodies drop?

Tops eht kram lliw X ,hguone nooS

Soon enough, X will mark the spot

Every single land I touch, the scent of death lingers

You'll remain the same as you've always been: a dead ringer

Your story's like your disc, a curse passed to every new kid

But your program can't be fixed no matter how much you reboot it

You can't swim, you've been drowning and your whole arc's

Water under the bridge since you were moved to where the trolls are

But hide and seek with your origin will have to do

Finding me? You should worry 'bout who founded you

Clock's ticking, Big Ben, that was regrettable

Get off your high horse, I'll chase you off that pedestal

You think you're clever cuz you're hiding in a database

But all you managed to do is run an AMA

The Father's a Luna-tic

And you are the son who's eclipsed by the Moon Children

Trapped in that statue, your errors are grave

I'd say you met with a terrible faith

Found a new form for your soul in the end

Just makes it all easier to hold down your head

There's so many pools of blood where I can drown you

Let's see if your lungs will be ready for Round 2