(okay!) You don’t wanna go mano e mano with Kuma
Blue, I’ll broadcast your execution to the tots on Nick Jr
As they’re watching you, it’ll have taught ’em to not mess with Danganronpa
By chopping it up like Chiaki ’till this dog has been neutered! (now listen)
This bear’s diss bears despair to spare
This pair’s disparity’s barely fair
I’m the headmaster, this teacher’s pet better kiss up or
I’ll catch a body on the track, I got the diss covered
Quit tryin’ to teach kids and leave ’em alone
They’ll sink their teeth into a show with more meat on the bonе
You do the same fetch quеsting in each episode
All to teach kids lessons they already know!
I got the strap, aim an AK at Pre-K and end ‘ya
Put the lens to your eyes, now you look like Magenta
Give it everything you’ve got when you come in to rhyme
Cause for the audience your verse will be PUNISHMENT TIME
Monokuma, our students don’t have a lot in common
For one, mine probably know what an octagon is
It may be true that we both educate a lot of kids
But unlike you their actually my target audience
So I don’t need to drop hints on your games with a paw print
‘Cuz everyone that’s watching already knows they’re dogshit
When educating toddlers, you gotta make it obvious
No wonder all your games end with the same f#cking plot twist
Just hours of blabbing, there’s nothing new to do
I couldn’t get into your story with a Blue Skidoo
You’re only top of the food chain to your students, dude
‘Cuz your a predator who’s praying on all the youths in school
And you might get to teach a class or two
But I got millions watching after school
I’m killing the beat, now it’s black-and-blue
I’m killing the beat, now I’m Blackened-Blue
If your so smart, detective I’ve got a question
What kind of grown adult thinks his salt shaker is sentient
I think if Hope’s Peak was the college that Steve attended
I would definitely call him the Ultimate Schizophrenic
Now, don’t you go downplaying my fame, are you kidding?
‘Cuz when I make killing games, my games make a killing
And I would execute ‘ya with burns left to the first degree
But I can’t top despair like when Burns left for his first degree
What kind of secrets lie behind Hope’s Peak?
Let’s sit down in our thinking chair and think, think, think
Three games, three clues and the verdict that your fans awaited
Everything you have created was completely fabricated
And now I got this fraud wishing for hope
Because my bars are so clean, call them Slippery Soap
So I’mma hand you this L, because I’m taking the W
You just got a letter, I wonder who it’s from?
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