Salad Fingers vs Marionette

ANIMATION VS ANYTHING!
SALAD FINGERS...
Versus...
THE MARIONETTE!
Draw!

[Verse 1: Salad Fingers (GamingPlush64)]
Hello! They call me Salad Fingers
A mad distinguished chap
And I'm not 'bout to give gifts, the way I spit in rap
So come into my kitchen, there's a fish in the back
Grill ya like Afton, so that this kid cannot spring her trap
You're not scary or special
Scott is more scared of his perilous schedule
Cranking out games just to carry a threshold
Milks you so hard, call you Marionettles
Not often that greed will turn a Christian to a conman to shoppers
But a deal was offered and Cawthon agreed
And then suddenly POP! went your weasels, it's awful
You're such a tryhard, pleasuring off of fright caused
I'd say that you might want some therapy with your (Therapy with)
Silly little wind bar, making the player's lives hard
And bating out the night guard, like a Jeremy fisher
On Firth impression, honestly I'm not that threatened
Not to mention all that poppycock of your story's connection
Led on and left gone by the retconned wrecked plot that Scott invented
He left his audience guessing and let you rot in suspension

[Verse 2: Marionette (Azia), Phone Guy (Eddiefrb)]
Uhh... hello? Hello? Mr. Fingers, right?
You dodged out of the Great War, so it seems this is your first fight
I'll give you a few pointers, so just keep sitting tight
Just watch your back, 'cuz like FNaF 1 I'm killing the Mike
I'm hopping out the box
And crawling down the halls, a monster on the prowl
To hunt you down, so best turn off your power, kid
Keep talking out your ass, I'd call you Salad Tosser
What's a little tacky gross out horror to the modern internet's jumpscare king?
It sounds like you're only rated R with an ASM in front of it
I would tell you to stuff it, but judging from your head and limbs
That's my job, this pathetic wimp's a living endoskeleton
A manic that's as barren and disheveled as his residence
Whose lame show caused less trauma than the Bite of '87 did
Lyrics or content, I've got the better flow
Quit dropping bars, and drop a new episode
Call it 4/20, 'cuz your leaves are getting smoked
You're the crouton of the internet's salad bowl
All of that flash animation has blinded poor David to proper showrunning ways
Got us all waiting for episode 12 like "Tomorrow is another day"

[Verse 3: Salad Fingers (GamingPlush64)]
Quit giving gifts to little kids, and give some life to your Withered disses
Come join my other friends, puppet
I'm wicked in ventriloquism
You couldn't police me with your whole database technology
You're rapping's rusty, for once I hope it doesn't rub off on me
The bars that I write ought to hit, but it seems that you're the opposite
I suppose it's no surprise that Lefty is non-dominant
I would say your souls less free than if this puppet was a sock
You're just another broken shard that I will lock back in their box

[Verse 4: Marionette (Azia)]
Your familial trauma left scars more than a mask covers
The sands of time won't smooth out all the horrors of Glass Brother
Were poor in the past and now have no porridge to pass mother
No drawers there to patch that now a flesh boy is all that loves ya
This lunatic is more crooked than his back
And it's strange that you'd even hop upon a track to spit
But it seems that your flow is just another inanimate object that you're interacting with
You're detached from reality, and this battle was your last chance
So try to mend your relationships, but save them, you can't