"SNES VS Sega Genesis"
Anudda one fresh out the freezer ready to munch on!
As always,
Written, produced, performed and animated by me (Harvey Seasalt)
Lyrics:
Hop on the scene, S on my chest,
I am the King, fuck all the rest,
Act a bit cocky, I must confess,
But what you expect from a global success?
Sega genesis can suck my genitals,
Open up, and lemme freshen ya breath
How you spell “Death” with only 4 letters?
No need to guess it’s S N E S
16 bits, lookin pristine bitch,
Got the Slick grey frame with the purple tints
Ergonomic conch, got the perfect grip
Bro you look like shit, lemme give you a tip,
Kill your designer, throw him in a ditch,
Piss on his corpse and make fun of his kids,
Ya ugly controller needs two on the shoulder,
And 4 face buttons, who the fuck choose six?
Button ya lips.
Shut the fuck up when you talking to me,
I got better games obviously,
I’m sorry what? Sonic and who?
Over here we’re playin Street fighter 2,
Dw buddy you’ll get that shit soon,
After my one year exclu,
Till then, all of yo fans can buy me
with the money they’ll make after reselling you.
I Got DKC baby 1 through 3
Super Mario Kart, World and RPG
Get smacked with a egg from my dude Yoshi,
While my girl Sam A, light you up with that beam
You old news punk, came to whip on yo ass,
I’m the new hotness, Super Nes with the bat
Run yo wrinkly ass down on an F zero track
Choke you out with a chain, you a link to the past, Bitch
My sales, insane, you aint ever gonna tip,
These scales, yo games, gettin dirty as they sit,
On shelves, oh dang, im like heaven to these kids
I come heavy with the hits, put in effort, but you missed
Tie you up inside the whip, put a brick on the gas,
Sit and laugh as you mega-drive off a cliff,
Make yo fami-com an watch, yo kids threw hissy fits,
Boy I’m sick with this.
I was an instant hit, 300 K units sold in the first few hours,
Shit was ridiculous, soon as I took my first breath they was handing me flowers,
You can not mess with this, I am infamous,
Only one thing you can do now little coward
Grab on this toaster and go take a shower,
ZZZZ
Now that’s what the fuck I call Playin with power.
GENESIS:
Okay lets go, bitchtendo
Wanna get stomped on? shoulda said so,
Woulda strapped my 32x on,
Put a little more weight on ya neckbone
Coulda whipped out the Sega CD
But that would make this shit too damn easy,
Either way it don’t matter to me
Bitch ’m gonna make ya blood splatter for free
So let’s get it.
Genesis, venomous, hollowtip, through ya lips,
One shot, Legolas, give ya girl, friend a kiss,
my fists, limitless, my kicks, never miss, got 6 different hits
Go head, Take your pick, more buttons to click, I’m punching yo dick, more choice is one of my many benefits,
Lights out, I’m generous with these sedatives, bet I get 3 life sentences at the end of this.
I’m the muthafuckin king of the 4th gen,
Fun as shit, giving out free endorphins,
These gamer kids love me, and I reward them
But your kids I’m turnin em into orphans,
A war-bent morbid mighty morphin,
Kicking doors in, over 900 games, full of arcade ports an enormous assortment with mad high-scores
And of course my exclusives adorned with endorsements from game critics, you a lame bitch, you could never hang with this,
Ya lil pussy ass family friendly game image, made you censor MK, what a shame it is,
Took the blood out the game, you replaced it with sweat, took away fatalities, You’ll pay for this,
Just one example of your brainless-ness, ya weak ports turned ya fans into SEGA kids, all they favorites, watered down, till they flavorless my Aladdin is amazing bitch, Altered Beast, X Men, NBA Jam, Jurassic park, I’m a Shark, you an angelfish Look…
I got sonic the hedgehog, got knuckles, got classics out the fuckin ass you bastard, my graphics a motherfuckin masterclass in
Technical ability surpass your ass in, every single category, whether sports or action, earthworm Jim strapped with a pistol blastin,
Teens lining up to get a ticket the Sega attraction, Blood, guts, give em what that they asking
Braggin bout your looks, bro I’m gasping laughing, I’m a murdered out Cadillac, black assassin, your a purple/grey stack of napkins wrapped in plastic, yellowing with age, you belong in a trash bin
So I’mma end it like this, you’re a piss-colored bitch and you soft as baby shit,
I’m down to throw hands, but I know that you won’t.
Because you know that I do, what Nintendon’t