the scp foundation - follow the keter lyrics
note: the following audio log was recovered from security cameras inside of scp-682’s containment cell during incident 682-076-1jf4d-na5, in which scp-076-2 breached containment and engaged in combat with scp-682. for the full incident report, please refer to doc-ment 682-076-1jf4d-na5
scp-076-2: you say you f-cked my mother? i’ll f-cking k!ll you, man. n0body f-cks with a-to-the b l e
scp-682: f-ggot, you just wish you was me. stop playing, maybe i’ll spare you
scp-076: yea, yea, yea, yea, alright boy, this time you asked for it!
a vat of acid, that’s your decorum?
check my swag, i’m back in a black case
just in case you missed the memo, i’m based!
i’m the king of the hill, as real as they come
you was probably rich, but i came from the slums
a heart of darkness, but i came the farthest
your flow is r-t-rded, if i want beef then i’ll start it!
scp-682: i k!lled you before, i can do it some more
i’m getting hundreds, you got twenties, but lemme settle the score
no cheap -ss screwball from off the street
can withstand the weight beneath 682’s feet!
i’m the out-of-town gangster, major shot-caller
i call guard’s necks snapbacks, which i brought back, holla
i’m a straight up baller, rhyming sicker than hova
you the son of a gun, i scare the sh-t out of jehova
scp-076: ay yo, let’s be real, eh?
i’m the realest realist, i never change
you have to adapt and move, can’t stick with one flow
but i can spit so hot that my f-cking mouth glows
what’s your k!llcount total? every time i win!
the greatest warrior of all time, the rhymes i spin
the lives chagrined at the child of him
and the grandson of the one, i’m able to spit, b-tch
scp-682: hahaha, call that a line, close your eyes and stay alive
you can die from minutes with me, and yes, i’ve tried
call yourself a superhero when you’re really super queer, yo
yo sh-t’s cheesier than cheetos, g-yer than a speedo
sorry, when’s the last time i lost my life? never!
you can’t live more than a few years, but me? forever!
you can die and come back, f-g, and get smacked
my casual causality actually gets stacks
weak from the human p-ssy you got? please
you get less than that ████ scp-073
i take mine, stay fly, make rights get wide
i’m a k!ller all day, all night. alright?
682, a legendary number
cuz a real og went and made it a wonder
i got so many pocket dimensions, call them lint
i see your eensy weensy knives and their even littler glint
scp-076: the smallest knife i got outreaches your body
at 100 percent, yet, to which you never get
then i whip out the swagger dagger, old school like atari
and knock off your right side, b-tch, match, game and set!
you just a real hater, and you been recorded saying it
you play the game just to win, but i play it to play it
a primordial beast, you disgusting, f-ck this
so push me, p-ssy, i’ve been wanting to cut the sh-t
note: at this point, scp-682 became even more enraged and pounced on scp-076-2. after ██ seconds, vital signs for scp-076-2 ceased
scp-682: come at me, bro
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