Salad Fingers vs Marionette (2023) (feat. GamingPlush64 & Azia)

Animation vs Anything! Salad Fingers Vs The Marionette Draw! Hello! They call me Salad Fingers, a mad distinguished chap And I'm not 'bout to "GIVEGIFTS" with how, I spit in rap So come into my kitchen, there's a fish in the back Treat you like Afton, I'll stop this kid from springing her trap You're not scary or special Scott is more scared of his perilous schedule Cranking out games just to carry a threshold Milking you like you were Mario-nettles It's not often that greed will turn A Christian to a conman for shoppers But a deal was offered and Cawthon agreed And then suddenly Pop! Went your Weasels IT'S AWFUL You're such a try hard, pleasuring off a fright caused I'd say that you might want some therapy with your (therapy with your) Silly little wind bar, making the players' lives hard And baiting out the night guard like a Jeremey Fisher (Jeremey Fisher) On Firth impression, Honestly, I'm not that threatened Not to mention all that poppycock of your story's connection Lead on and left gone by the retconned Wrecked plot that Scott invented He left his audience guessing and let you rot in suspension Uh, hello? Hello? Uh, you're 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 But watch your back, 'cause 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'll call you Salad Tosser No one's controlling my shock value and I jumpscare for the fun of it Where as it sounds like you're only rated R With an A-S-M 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 maniac as barren and disheveled as his residence Who's lame show caused less trauma then the Bite of '87 did Lyrics or content, I got the better flow Quit dropping bars and drop a new episode Call it "4-20" 'cause your leaves are getting smoked You're the crouton of the internet's salad bowl All of that Flash animation is binding Poor David to proper showrunning ways Got us all waiting for new episodes like "tomorrow is another day" Quit giving gifts to kids and give some life to your Withered disses Come join my other comrades, I'm a whiz with ventriloquism You couldn't police me with your whole database technology Your rapping's rusty, I hope it doesn't rub off on me The bars that I write ought to hit but it seems you're the opposite I suppose it's no surprise that Lefty is non-dominant And I would say your soul's less free than if this Puppet was a sock You're just another broken shard that I will lock back in their box Your familial trauma scarred you more than a mask covers The sands of time won't smooth out all the horrors of Glass Brother Unfortunate past and now have no porridge to pass mother No drawer's there to patch that now a Flesh Boy is your last loved one 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 are detached from reality now and this battle was your last chance You tried to mend your relationships but "SAVE THEM", you can't!