SPREADSHEET
[Intro]
(Knuckles, talk to em')

[Verse 1]
Knuckle up, uppercut, Rambo like I’m bullpup (brrr)
Come at me, RSGC this win’s free
If I load it up it won’t miss (brrr)
Ask Epsil’s he’s 0 and 6, against this

Let’s make this quick, when I’m done I want no Johns (ratata)
Only way you're beatin' me is with items on
Last stock and then you're done, ain’t no respawns
Come and get ya cheeks clapped, call me Donkey Kong

UTS can’t stop me they tried once
Undefeated bent you over and got Shhh
Silence please, it’s a nursery, the baby weeps
Time for bedtime purp, sweet dreams

Startin’ beef, with the beast, that’s your first mistake (skrt)
Take a seat, I’ll delete, you like a wave (splash)
Direct delayed and track came late ‘cause I’m an earthquake (hoo)
Droppin bombs on this beat call me solid snake (It’s showtime)
[Bridge 1]
Gotta give the people what they want
I’m here to cut you up like a Belmont
Whip out my down B, holy water feel the heat
Leave your body on the beat, then I down taunt (skrt)

[Verse 2]
I remember fighting you, it was just a flex (skrt)
There was nothing you could do, I’m like who’s next
Level 6 CPU, at your very best (damn)
Purplewho? He got laid to rest

Man this ain’t smash, this is rap, but it’s still my game
Killed you once, this is twice, bro I’m hall of fame
Finals came and guess who won, KnucklesUp’s the name
You lost to Arsh in four games, what a shame

[Bridge 2]
Call me a liar, big mistake
Come and say it to my face (man up)
CEL will play this on repeat (on repeat)
How ‘bout you put this on your spreadsheet

[Verse 3]
I’ve run the data, my pockets getting fatta'
From the brackets I be winning, 0-2 is where you’re sitting
How ‘bout you take some of my cash, go buy a razor
Shave that rat you call a mustache or get it lasered off
Just like Wolf, I’ve come to eat the Fox
Smells like bull it’s coming from his fired shots (false)
Or maybe from his socks, you reek like Wario (nasty)
Bro I can smell you comin' from a mile-yo

Wearing purple you’re the shadow of my Mario
Feel my aura go insane, I’m Lucario
You know that bowl cut on your brain, man it’s laughable (uh)
I mean it looks about the same, it’s gotta go

Now let’s acknowledge that you’ll never be as good as me (brrr)
Talking smack online, you might as well just SD
Break your bones, Down throw and I’ll spike you lower
Take you to the blast zone, it’s game over