Eddiefrb, Zawesome, MANCHA - Jack Skellington vs. Sans lyrics

Greetings, good fellow, now
Don't be abhorred, abhorred
I’m not a human child we're not at war
At war slim and Shady, the Pumpkin
King's track roars, track roars
I’m beginning to feel like a rap gourd
Rap gourd

Whether slacking your post or
You're cracking a joke
You're average at most
And your passiveness shows
When you're tasked to dispose
Of a ravenous foe but you let them go past
And attack on your bro
'Cuz you're asked by a goat
That you don't know
Then you turn into a basket case loner
And I'll be dunking you off the backboard
Backboard

To battle is witless ’cuz this
Jack is a Ripper
My friend you couldn’t wear the souls out
On the back of your slippers
I'll lеave you bent out
Of shape likе italics, so listen
I’m an icon, the only star
You are is Patrick, you misfit

You're looking big-boned and awfully flimsy
You'd turn to dust just going down a chimney
Shaking kids' hands? Man
You’re getting too Frisky
My bars are serving you harder then Grillby's

I'm like a Jack-o' lantern
My legacy's keeping lit
But, judging by your boss fight
You're used to sleeper hit's!

Heya you've been busy, huh?
This isn't the first of your rapping jests
Bud, if you're stepping to me
You're really not gonna like
What happens next

I'm leaving your sins crawling down
Your back and neck
This showman is less professional
Than my text it's time for your judgement
So I hope you pass the test
Sounds like on the track
You're a True Pacifict

Listen, Jack, you're classic but not flawless
You're a facet, a mascot of hot topic
But couldn't capture the masses
You're not popping and gonna crash like
It's jack-in-the-box office

Looking back to the rabbit you held hostage
You should've asked 'bout the
Crafting of hip hopping
Even Alphys' lab in the Hotland
Couldn't bring you back after how
Hard this brat's fallen

You're a reckless ruler that your
Town's Tim "Burtoned" with
Your plot's more stitched together
Than your girlfriend is
I'm thankful that Asgore is
Just a passive king
You leave your citizens burning in Halloween

Kidnapping Santa? Cultural appropriation?
Even my costume in Smash
Was better representation

So stop all your carols
This monarch's in peril
A hotshot as bare as his snob goth apparel
I'll knock knock on your little sock
Hop and fire my shots off
Like my name was Lock, Shock and Barrel

Even on a beat this skeleton
Just has flatlines
With bars like that, I'm asking
"Do you wanna have a bad rhyme?"

You started a prankster like loosey-goosey
But you turned to a sadsack like Oogie Boogie
If you stand and do nothing
You'll rot and you'll suffer
I'm killing this beat you can
Call it your brother

I'll give you this, among preteen children
You're sure successful how ironic
You went from underground to surface level

I'm lighting you up like my top pup
Compared to Sandy Claws, you're washed up
I may be the pumpkin, but Chara
Left you the only one who's carved up

Once a year you appear hyped up by nobody
Popping up like you're a glorified So Sorry
All just to terrify children?
Your film should've come
With the "trigger-treat" warning
You're so boring

This no name's growth became only respectable
Three decades later, don't gloat up you fame
You hoped and you prayed about
All of the dough
You could make on opening day but nobody came

Bud, check the legacy I've developed
My game crushes your Rotten Tomatoes
You'll never "ketchup" and with my sequel
My franchise is sure to make it
While you'll end up like your
Employees: filled with de-termination