7 GRAND DAD vs MARIO ROM - Rap Cypher #48

Grand Dad:
You better listen cuz Grand Dad is bout to spit it
I smash these fads and hacks so bad I get their shit delisted
We both know that you ain’t ready, so dull, but tryna be edgy
I’ll gobble a creepypasta, hope she made lotsa spaghetti! (OHH!)
Want me to find you? How ‘bout I Yabba Dabba Don’t?
Imma barge into your castle, grab this asshole by the throat
You’re a menace to the kingdom, I can see why they can’t stand ya
I’ll stomp him like a Goomba and I’m feeling so Grand, uh
Nobody gave a single shit about that crappypasta game
Cryptic text and awful frames, you damn ROM hacks are all the same
Got high-quality raps for days, bitch, I keep the heads boppin’
They call me a Flintstone cuz me and Peach keep the bed rockin’

Message Box:
Ever since you entered this battle you signed your fate
You hit the box Fortran, now there’s no more sign to fly away
There’s no way out of here. You’re stuck in my place now
You're taking the selfish way out

MARIO:
This is my world that you're stepping in
I'm glad you had your fun in all your ten seconds of relevance
Designers so lazy that they ripped off a TV show’s game
I guess they did bring gaming back into the stone age!
I’ll splatter you across your shitty barren levels
And then I’ll turn a played-out Vinesauce meme into some marinara
You disgust me. You can’t win this scenario
Who tore apart this bootleg? It’s-a me, MARIO!

Grand Dad:
Don’t you think you’ve caused enough trouble, you sleazy bastard?
You just speedran your defeat, now I’mma beat you even faster
My bootleg’s better made than you, your shtick is corrupt
The only point of advice I’d give is to shut the hell up!
You yap on and on about your crimes but I don’t give a shit
You’ve been falling off since autoscroll pushed you over the edge of the cliff
Failed like your ARG, and it wasn’t surprising, too
Players made like your victim cuz none of em had eyes on you

MARIO:
You’re ancient history, you can’t accept your time is through
You were King for a Day but now everybody despises you
So not a single person will care when I bash your head
There’s nothing you can do to change my mind about what happens next

Message Box:
Victim #2. Another bloodied, mangled corpse
Hand marks found across the body without a traceable source
Skull fragments found around the ground with a club lying next to him
No one’s left to love him. No friends or even next of kin