[Intro: Baldi (Ghetto Ian) & Fightmarker]
Okay, back to Basics
Rap Battle
Baldi vs Pico
2!
[Verse 1: Pico (Fightmarker), Boyfriend (Kwite), Pico & Boyfriend, Boyfriend & yukigloom]
Back to School, unpack my tool
Blam my Mac at you, outmath a fool
If I can't withstand the hands from the holsters
Then I'll just blast the cans like BSODA
Keep your jump ropes, I get the vibe JUMPIN'
Spending every day and every night FUNKIN'
And our time is money, there's usually a fee
'Cause Pico's licensed to kill, but I'll do this for free!
My submachine subtracts jobs from you
And adds more jobs for the substitutes
Copied Schoolhouse's notes from over the shoulder
And I assume It's A Bully stole Slenderman's homework
And fuck those seven notebooks, it's been seven years
Of Kickstarter backers wipin' up their tears
Now the one person waiting for those goals to be met
Is as sad as the strand, alone on your head!
[Interlude: Tfue]
Yo, Fightmarker, you eat fuckin' shit, dude
[Verse 2: Baldi, Principal of the Thing (Melody Nosurname), & Newgrounds Artists (Dilly Scott)]
I taught to a ginger kid, then I gave him some lessons
Now his dumb ass is back to solve more of my questions
Well this time, you may need a tutor
Is the slap you're hearing now coming from my ruler?
Oh, (Purchase this beat at ww.baldiojungle.com) oh, OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!
Your shit's only hitting next to stalls
Let go of each other's hands, No f*****s in the halls
Fuck a school shooting, this will end even worse
Stop digging in each other; When will you learn?
Took one look at your site, man that shit was hell
Tell Fulp me and my friends call "Newgrounds" something else
Went through NinjaMuffin's favorites, and those ages don't add
Hope your math's better than his when you're taking my class
(BOOOOOOO!) Fine, I'll... change the subject
Here's an easy quiz, there's no way you'd flunk it
One and only question, what was the censored word
That the Principal said in the sixth line of my verse?
[Interlude: Baldi, Boyfriend, Pico, Boyfriend & Pico]
Umm... uhhh... uhhh... (Come on, what was it?)
Uhh, fa***ts?
WRONG
Oh, I'm so fucked! (Wake up, Baldi)
[Verse 3: Pico & Oricadia]
Who needs your math (Slatt, slatt) that nobody solves? (Slatt, slatt)
Stacking these apples, (Slatt, slatt) I am Steve Jobs (GO PICO)
I am Steve Jobs, (Slatt, slatt) I'm phoning that bitch (Slatt, slatt)
I give her banana, (Slatt, slatt) and she do the splits (SHE LOVES IT PICO)
All you did was call me gay, you hardly dissed (THERE'S NOTHING WRONG WITH IT)
Nice NinjaMuffin bar now, you started it (FUCK HIM PICO)
We know you a pedophile, you target kids (TRUE)
(Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt) And you bald as shit (BALD ASS BITCH)
Money changed you (What?) the moment it came (Schyeah)
We all saw the aftermath, priority changed
(Changed, changed, changed, changed, changed) Been actin' bolder
Like Granny didn't quickly send you back to shiny quarters (QUARTERS)
Wheels are goin' slow, (Pico) the field trip's stoppin'
Development time in endless mode, that's Indie Game problems (It's a problem)
Came in a parody, came out your own, but you can't drop it
The irony game's a played out joke, (Hahaha) wait I just got it!
[Bridge: It's A Bully (Dilly Scott) & Baldi]
That shit was so opium (What?)
That shit was so opium *ruler smack*
Baldi, Baldi, Baldi Basics
Failed all of my equations
Quiz everybody walkin'
A ginger soul's for the taking
Baldi wants boing boing, some sloppy, some toppy
Somebody come tug on my balls
They make it clap with no hands
Get out while you still can
Can, can, can, caaaan- (You need to purchase Baldi-)
[Verse 4: Baldi (Light)]
Spiky red, turtleneck, fought satanic kids-kids
Funkin' shit was a hit, and now you exist-xist
Run away, run away, meter never drains-drains
You will regret hearing every sound you make-make
I need more medicine, I don't want your herbs
Take so much of it 'til it fucking hurts
Take so much, like I'm savin' it for later
I can touch the sky, Baldi on the elevatorrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
SHUH!
Distant memories, but for them the shots still ring
A sympathy of screams silenced by your OSTs
Life flashed before their eyes, knowing they weren't safe
Never getting payback, just your monetary gain
Coping with the loss, like you had any place
Yelling the real victims were video games
Empathy deficient, morality shattered
Building sites off sights of disaster
If parodying Columbine and tragedy's fair
Tankman replacing you's Tiananmen Squa-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-
[Outro: Baldi]
Well that was just wonderful...
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