[Verse 1: The Spot (JT Music)]
Woah, you're actually alive after all
I've heard the legends, Dr. Gaster, say, how was the fall?
Hello? You hearin' me?
Just get out of my way before you have to see what happens when I kill a speech
A glitchy mess of code, you're just a bug I'm known for stomping them
I'll take a scrambled easter egg and fry him like an omelette
He's only known through whispers from that cult of guys who follow him
I'm pleased to meet the Undergrounds' Royal Scientologist
That job you worked through blood, sweat, and tears to gеt
Went to some awkward nerd who doublеd down on the sweat
Senile man couldn't build a CORE if he tried some sets
I've dealt with garbage heaps before, your noise ain't a threat
Buddy, I'm busting down your door 'cause I don't wanna hear no more squeaks
Spill him on the ground like oil and call him WD-40
Reconsider if you think that I'm some villain of the week
'Cause you'd see millions of me before your finished game's released
[Verse 2: W. D. Gaster (Shwabadi), The Spot (JT Music)]
Very, very interesting
I pray this log won't get lost like his third entry
The test subject struggles with spiders as enemi-mi-mi-mies
Perhaps he should address me as Webdings
His powers are in flux, mind the failure with the ATM
It seems the only dough he can acquire is from bagel bread
With an unstable head, his rage at children is unfounded
Perhaps he's bitter M-M-M-Morales is more grounded
Dude, I'm right here! Though his jokes are obnoxious
Note to self: try and locate Dr. Ohn's off switch
His fate's to be a joke, he kills to escape
That his whole life is filled with PREDETERMINATION
His fate's to be a j-joke, PREDETERMINA-NA-NATION
It seems soon, I'll fade back into darkness
Let's see if he'll achieve what my theories have promi-mi-mi-mised
This is wonderful progress...
Woah, you're actually alive after all
I've heard the legends, Dr. Gaster, say, how was the fall?
Hello? You hearin' me?
Just get out of my way before you have to see what happens when I kill a speech
A glitchy mess of code, you're just a bug I'm known for stomping them
I'll take a scrambled easter egg and fry him like an omelette
He's only known through whispers from that cult of guys who follow him
I'm pleased to meet the Undergrounds' Royal Scientologist
That job you worked through blood, sweat, and tears to gеt
Went to some awkward nerd who doublеd down on the sweat
Senile man couldn't build a CORE if he tried some sets
I've dealt with garbage heaps before, your noise ain't a threat
Buddy, I'm busting down your door 'cause I don't wanna hear no more squeaks
Spill him on the ground like oil and call him WD-40
Reconsider if you think that I'm some villain of the week
'Cause you'd see millions of me before your finished game's released
[Verse 2: W. D. Gaster (Shwabadi), The Spot (JT Music)]
Very, very interesting
I pray this log won't get lost like his third entry
The test subject struggles with spiders as enemi-mi-mi-mies
Perhaps he should address me as Webdings
His powers are in flux, mind the failure with the ATM
It seems the only dough he can acquire is from bagel bread
With an unstable head, his rage at children is unfounded
Perhaps he's bitter M-M-M-Morales is more grounded
Dude, I'm right here! Though his jokes are obnoxious
Note to self: try and locate Dr. Ohn's off switch
His fate's to be a joke, he kills to escape
That his whole life is filled with PREDETERMINATION
His fate's to be a j-joke, PREDETERMINA-NA-NATION
It seems soon, I'll fade back into darkness
Let's see if he'll achieve what my theories have promi-mi-mi-mised
This is wonderful progress...
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