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epic rap battles of creepypasta - dead bart vs numbers station lyrics

[verse 1: dead bart]
it’s time for this dead kid to have this dj smothered
take you to my grave and put you in it, just to have you suffer
euthanizing this dog seems to be the right thing to do
h+ll, to get to your easter egg, the player has to k!ll you!
eat my shorts, and go back to your radio station
you’re just a creation created for a fail out of the nation
battling me? i’ll beat you kwik+e, and you’ll surely regret it
time for this anchor to end, so you can be replaced by margaret.

[verse 2: numbers station]
what’s up everybody, it’s the all powerful three dog
you’re listening to galaxy news radio, your #1 spot
you died in the air, gamе over bart, you don’t have any guts
i’ve had еnough of your words, time to kick this bum in the nuts
i’m bringing the truth to you, no matter how bad it hurts
matt scr+pped you to have you forever sleeping in the dirt,
i’m a friendly neighborhood disc jockey, but not in this fight
i’ll ride my victory like an airplane, and end this like your life
[verse 3: dead bart]
come with me, as i take you down to the pits of h+ll
leave you dead like the queen, and you won’t end well
i predicted michael jackson’s death, so just quit it, dj
it’s clear to see your death came as predicted on this grave!
you’re just a capital waste of sp+ce, so get bent and go away
i’ll stretch you and blur you, ’cause your fame is starting to fade
see these names on my tombstone, you’re next on my list!
it’s time to leave this dog like my credits, silent

[verse 4: numbers station]
dead bart? the highlight of your life is giving out a virus
with your head glued on homer’s body, except just brainless
there’s nothing to settle, you’re a certain kind of “special”
you’re even sick of yourself; that’s why your skin is so yellow
your existence was hated, so prepare to be debarted
i’m fighting this good fight, looks like you’re just a gnr+t+rd
have you fallout of this fight, like the plane but more brutal
your pasta is more of a joke than what homer said at your funeral

- epic rap battles of creepypasta lyrics

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