[Intro: Announcer (GamingPlush64)]
Hotel Mario
Vs
Hazbin Hotel
[Verse 1: Angel Dust (AngelCakes97)]
Nice of the princess of hell to invite me for a picnic
But first I got a pesky plumber misfit to dismiss
Keep your distance, I won't accept your cash, mate
Not as if you had enough to pay me from your Flash game
Alright, creep, I won't keep this discreet. I'm a freak
On the streets; in the sheets; and on beats, so retreat
Your defeat here is evident, I ain't fuckin' heavensent
I'm popping Cherri Bombs on the track! (Get the hint?)
It's suicide tryna fight with me
'Cause I know your flow's shit, like your YTP's
You're a god damn drug trip even I wouldn't ride!
I'll make you wish you didn't go to Hell before you die
[Verse 2: Hotel Mario, Hotel Luigi (RecD)]
Luigi, look! A demon hooker!
I heard he overdosed on lethal sugar!
It'll be easy to make the crowd turn
There's fire in my lines like "it's from Bowser!"
Pinch back at a brat like I'm Wendy-o
'Cause it ain't just heaven that condemns your soul
You can only offend me when Hell gets cold
Because when I'm in the stew... you bet you're toast!
And all toasters bring more power than your show does
Goin' down, not just on a pole, break your arms at the shoulders!
Oh, and if you don't know already
Nobody wants a taste of your lottsa spaghetti!
Hotel Mario
Vs
Hazbin Hotel
[Verse 1: Angel Dust (AngelCakes97)]
Nice of the princess of hell to invite me for a picnic
But first I got a pesky plumber misfit to dismiss
Keep your distance, I won't accept your cash, mate
Not as if you had enough to pay me from your Flash game
Alright, creep, I won't keep this discreet. I'm a freak
On the streets; in the sheets; and on beats, so retreat
Your defeat here is evident, I ain't fuckin' heavensent
I'm popping Cherri Bombs on the track! (Get the hint?)
It's suicide tryna fight with me
'Cause I know your flow's shit, like your YTP's
You're a god damn drug trip even I wouldn't ride!
I'll make you wish you didn't go to Hell before you die
[Verse 2: Hotel Mario, Hotel Luigi (RecD)]
Luigi, look! A demon hooker!
I heard he overdosed on lethal sugar!
It'll be easy to make the crowd turn
There's fire in my lines like "it's from Bowser!"
Pinch back at a brat like I'm Wendy-o
'Cause it ain't just heaven that condemns your soul
You can only offend me when Hell gets cold
Because when I'm in the stew... you bet you're toast!
And all toasters bring more power than your show does
Goin' down, not just on a pole, break your arms at the shoulders!
Oh, and if you don't know already
Nobody wants a taste of your lottsa spaghetti!
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