Man Door Hand Hook Car Door vs Hash-Slinging Slasher

[Verse 1: Man Door Hand Hook Car Door (Light)]
(Yo) Whatcha gonna do, wave at me with your nub singed?
I got a handle on this battle; Man Door is unhinged
Oh look, more slime to spill down the Krusty Krab walls as usual
Frying and firing this fry cook like a 2nd funeral
My bars have got that secret sauce that you're lacking, huh?
You couldn’t flip a line if both of your hands were spatulas
Speed of Gary when you’re rhyming. Try to run from my sickle
You’re bout as scary as a pirate tryna come for my pickle (Ugh)
Hop back on your bus, 'cause you best be retreating
Don’t need Nosferatu, I’ll knock your lights out neatly
Let’s hope your verse is like your phone calls: no speaking
I’ll leave you in thе dumpster, so good luck… sweaty

[Verse 2: Hash-Slinging Slasher (Commander Jacob), Ketchup Requester (Zawesome) & Commander Jacob]
Staying up… at night with THAT versе? Bad decision
But to be fair, it was longer than your story to begin with
How’s a guy with no name or design think he’s not losing?
Both got our eyebrows up: you with fear me, with confusion
Either learn better English or get slayed hard, bitch
If I let you in, be ready for a graveyard shift
And with your hook lodged in the door, it’s time that I sped up
I’m looking to see red like: “dude, can I have some ketchup?”
I got your ass sprinting backwards like a gas-thieving bastard
You’re a trash-flinging rapper, and I’m the Hash-Slinging Slasher
Go back to stealing steres, you copypasta wannabe
I stopped the voice 'cause I was nervous you’d keep spitting awfully