Salad Fingers vs Marionette Eddiefrb (Ft. Azia & Gamingplush64)
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ANIMATION VS ANYTHING!
SALAD FINGERS...
Versus...
THE MARIONETTE!
Draw!
[Verse 1: Salad Fingers (GamingPlush64)]
Hello! They call me Salad Fingers
A mad distinguished chap
And I'm not 'bout to give gifts, the way I spit in rap
So come into my kitchen, there's a fish in the back
Grill ya like Afton, so that this kid cannot spring her trap
You're not scary or special
Scott is more scared of his perilous schedule
Cranking out games just to carry a threshold
Milks you so hard, call you Marionettles
Not often that greed will turn a Christian to a conman to shoppers
But a deal was offered and Cawthon agreed
And then suddenly POP! went your weasels, it's awful
You're such a tryhard, pleasuring off of fright caused
I'd say that you might want some therapy with your (Therapy with)
Silly little wind bar, making the player's lives hard
And bating out the night guard, like a Jeremy fisher
On Firth impression, honestly I'm not that threatened
Not to mention all that poppycock of your story's connection
Led on and left gone by the retconned wrecked plot that Scott invented
He left his audience guessing and let you rot in suspension
SALAD FINGERS...
Versus...
THE MARIONETTE!
Draw!
[Verse 1: Salad Fingers (GamingPlush64)]
Hello! They call me Salad Fingers
A mad distinguished chap
And I'm not 'bout to give gifts, the way I spit in rap
So come into my kitchen, there's a fish in the back
Grill ya like Afton, so that this kid cannot spring her trap
You're not scary or special
Scott is more scared of his perilous schedule
Cranking out games just to carry a threshold
Milks you so hard, call you Marionettles
Not often that greed will turn a Christian to a conman to shoppers
But a deal was offered and Cawthon agreed
And then suddenly POP! went your weasels, it's awful
You're such a tryhard, pleasuring off of fright caused
I'd say that you might want some therapy with your (Therapy with)
Silly little wind bar, making the player's lives hard
And bating out the night guard, like a Jeremy fisher
On Firth impression, honestly I'm not that threatened
Not to mention all that poppycock of your story's connection
Led on and left gone by the retconned wrecked plot that Scott invented
He left his audience guessing and let you rot in suspension
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