Correction Paroles Dream vs. Nagito Komaeda par Freshy Kanal

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Before we begin
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So please consider hitting that b***on if you end up enjoying this battle
Enough of the prattle, you and me in a 1v1
I don't see much challenge but it still seems fun
It's no Pet War but I'll beat ya in one verse
And leave you like your dog, hit n' speedrun
Count em up, my WR Ws are
More plentiful than all the wounds that you cut on your arms
You don't really set a high bar talking 'bout your fine art
My avatar's drawn more consistent than your sprites are
You hopeless loner, glad you know your own worth
Don't need to dig down to know this stepping stone's below dirt
I know you wanna get Hinata, but your luck's not so grand
If you can't even boost the odds of you hunting your man
How'd you not hit Byakuya's imposter
Even with the pounds that that the dude sports? (George!)
Guess this rabid fan is only catching hands
From transplants with Junko's corpse (George!)
Grab a bow and arrow for this ghost white barebones
You could grow a forest with that bone meal hair, bro
Check all the careers I'm settin' the stage for
While your lymphoma's set in the stage four

What a grand display! With all the wars you struggle to bear
I'm mere trash in the way when compared to the Ultimate Square
But when it comes to despair (Ugh)
I have none left to spare (Ha)
So make like that disc pair
Give it up in this pair
I went through with one goal: exposing the traitor
While you got exposed exploiting the traders
Pursuing that dough, then toy with your players
Tom's suicide note is your kinda paper
And paired with your Stan audience? I've inhaled gas less toxic
He labels himself spotless, but I got it! Let me break it down
Not a perfect roster your team crafted (Huh)
Ultimate Imposter of TeamCrafted (Huh)
Then it met the same end 'cause then Schlatt won (Huh)
And turned L'Manburg to a L'Manhunt
And normal's the only way to describe your catalog of bland songs
Tell that plastic CG ragdoll it's best to keep the mask on
Oh come on
I thought you toted bombs
With just a glance at your chances
Your fans went "No, that's wrong!"
Ironic Clay lacks foundation
With all the arguments he's built
And you're only blessed with fortune
When it's from your parent's will (Ooh!)

You started your wooden arc sailing on a ship
That explains why on the microphone you failed to land a hit
You're numb as it gets, your luck must've gun to your head
But you're only firing blanks like it's Russian Roulette
Your franchise took the stage and ignited some flames
But I'll be sniffing you all out like a fire grenade
Call my fans creepy stanning every student around
But your only friends now are like George, not found

Your hopes are shining through, but it's just a matter of time
'Fore the net treats you like Tommy and Wilbur
(It's banishment time!)
You couldn't kill tracks but you still lack a clean record
Congrats, you're not the blackened, so what's your excuse for the n-word?
Every time drama comes up, you don't respond and let it be
All you can speedrun from is your responsibility
Luck's an awful talent, but you don't even share it
You're gaming's worst cheater on the scene since ProJared
So here's my statement: how fitting that Dream's your name as
You're to be quickly forgotten once your crowd of teens awaken
Your hopes for world renown and loving fans got to see the day but
We all know the dark path your DreamWasTaken (Ah!)

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