Hazbin Hotel vs. Hotel Mario.

[Intro: Announcer (GamingPlush64)]
Hotel Mario
Vs
Hazbin Hotel

[Verse 1: Angel Dust (AngelCakes97)]
Nice of the princess of hell to invite me for a picnic
But first I got a pesky plumber misfit to dismiss
Keep your distance, I won't accept your cash, mate
Not as if you had enough to pay me from your Flash game
Alright, creep, I won't keep this discreet. I'm a freak
On the streets; in the sheets; and on beats, so retreat
Your defeat here is evident, I ain't fuckin' heavensent
I'm popping Cherri Bombs on the track! (Get the hint?)
It's suicide tryna fight with me
'Cause I know your flow's shit, like your YTP's
You're a god damn drug trip even I wouldn't ride!
I'll make you wish you didn't go to Hell before you die

[Verse 2: Hotel Mario, Hotel Luigi (RecD)]
Luigi, look! A demon hooker!
I heard he overdosed on lethal sugar!
It'll be easy to make the crowd turn
There's fire in my lines like "it's from Bowser!"
Pinch back at a brat like I'm Wendy-o
'Cause it ain't just heaven that condemns your soul
You can only offend me when Hell gets cold
Because when I'm in the stew... you bet you're toast!
And all toasters bring more power than your show does
Goin' down, not just on a pole, break your arms at the shoulders!
Oh, and if you don't know already
Nobody wants a taste of your lottsa spaghetti!

[Verse 3: Angel Dust (AngelCakes97)]
That's the hardest you get? I guess that is why you don't have the "super"
Did you have your ciphers shat out by an ultimate blooper?
I'm not as bad as phrasing as you're making me seem
Let's agree you shouldn't talk about it, ay Luigi?
Homie, you can blow me for no fee
Then I'll chop your sausage into pepperoni
Like you severed off your contract with Sony
You old meme, you need some ghost cologne, your odor is potent
I spit fire! Remember, when there's a smoking opponent!
You ain't funny, you're sad like any lost soul
Nintendo closed the door on your whole damn console
I mean, shit! If you wanna be offed that badly
Then forget Mama Luigi and call me daddy

[Verse 4: Hotel Mario (RecD)]
No instructions can help me sit through your show
Next cleanse they should take you out the studio
I know you think you hold a title, but I'm telling you not
'Cause this effeminent fella's still less than Helluva Boss
(Man you fell off)
I'm not funny? Your humor's naughty sounds!
I could only be a fan to get you off my cloud!
Of all the token jokers in your rotten town
Your real sin is your pilot got off the ground!
I've been dropping undead bums since Ludwig's
Shut up, slut, Mario's nothin' to fuck with!
Dominated the glitzy bitsy spider, so sumbit
That wasn't so hard, was it?