Bob: Why are you, here in my field? It's oh so sunny! And why are you, detailed and real? You're ugly and unfunny
BF: Yo, relax! Just wanna rap! Got no hard feelings! Hey, how about I fix your track to make it more appealing?
Bob: Hey, don't mess with my song! And also be less ugly. I never did you wrong so don't take out your stress on me!
BF: I wanna help you out! You're my own hand-drawn rival! You know what you're about so rap well and you'll thrive here
(Duet 1)
BF: boyfiend! Show me what you mean. You don't make sense!
Bob: What the funk, you didn't make me. All of this is non-canon. Your weak ass can't evеn take me so give up thе fight you're plannin'
(End of Duet)
(Duet 2)
Bob: dude... Don't mess with my mood... You'll make me tense!
BF: I don't get it, I'm improvin' this half-baked barebones ditty! Keep on singin', keep on movin' and you'll be sittin' pretty!
(End of Duet)
Bob: Right here drums would do their job but your beat drowned them! So for the last time, my name's Bob! And you're a moron clown man!
BF: Look, I know I'm not that great in terms of art style but I know what I created and I drew your smile!
Bob: This smile's boutta turn unless you shut your trap and sit down, listen and learn. I'm really tired of your crap!
BF: Man, what a rotten mood! I oughta redesign you to be a bit less rude and spit way less pathetic rhymes
(Duet 3)
BF: too! Now where did I lose that cursed pencil...
Bob: You're a dummy. Rapping with you seems barely worth my time and I'm a doodle who just sits around being squiggly, wiggly
(End of Duet)
(Duet 4)
Bob: lines! Go suck on a lime, you blue numbskull!
BF: Guess you don't know, sorry, buddy, gonna have to retrain ya. If your memories are muddy, backstory's deep, I don't blame ya!
BF: Yo, relax! Just wanna rap! Got no hard feelings! Hey, how about I fix your track to make it more appealing?
Bob: Hey, don't mess with my song! And also be less ugly. I never did you wrong so don't take out your stress on me!
BF: I wanna help you out! You're my own hand-drawn rival! You know what you're about so rap well and you'll thrive here
(Duet 1)
BF: boyfiend! Show me what you mean. You don't make sense!
Bob: What the funk, you didn't make me. All of this is non-canon. Your weak ass can't evеn take me so give up thе fight you're plannin'
(End of Duet)
(Duet 2)
Bob: dude... Don't mess with my mood... You'll make me tense!
BF: I don't get it, I'm improvin' this half-baked barebones ditty! Keep on singin', keep on movin' and you'll be sittin' pretty!
(End of Duet)
Bob: Right here drums would do their job but your beat drowned them! So for the last time, my name's Bob! And you're a moron clown man!
BF: Look, I know I'm not that great in terms of art style but I know what I created and I drew your smile!
Bob: This smile's boutta turn unless you shut your trap and sit down, listen and learn. I'm really tired of your crap!
BF: Man, what a rotten mood! I oughta redesign you to be a bit less rude and spit way less pathetic rhymes
(Duet 3)
BF: too! Now where did I lose that cursed pencil...
Bob: You're a dummy. Rapping with you seems barely worth my time and I'm a doodle who just sits around being squiggly, wiggly
(End of Duet)
(Duet 4)
Bob: lines! Go suck on a lime, you blue numbskull!
BF: Guess you don't know, sorry, buddy, gonna have to retrain ya. If your memories are muddy, backstory's deep, I don't blame ya!
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