Follow the Keter by The SCP Foundation Lyrics
Note: The following audio log was recovered from security cameras inside of SCP-682's containment cell during Incident 682-076-1JF4D-NA5, in which SCP-076-2 breached containment and engaged in combat with SCP-682. For the full incident report, please refer to Document 682-076-1JF4D-NA5
SCP-076-2: You say you fucked my mother? I'll fucking kill you, man. Nobody fucks with A-to-the B L E
SCP-682: Faggot, you just wish you was me. Stop playing, maybe I'll spare you
SCP-076: Yea, yea, yea, yea, alright boy, this time you asked for it!
A vat of acid, that's your decorum?
Check my swag, I'm back in a black case
Just in case you missed the memo, I'm based!
I'm the king of the hill, as real as they come
You was probably rich, but I came from the slums
A heart of darkness, but I came the farthest
Your flow is retarded, if I want beef then I'll start it!
SCP-682: I killed you before, I can do it some more
I'm getting hundreds, you got twenties, but lemme settle the score
No cheap ass screwball from off the street
Can withstand the weight beneath 682's feet!
I'm the out-of-town gangster, major shot-caller
I call guard's necks snapbacks, which I brought back, holla
I'm a straight up baller, rhyming sicker than HOVA
You the son of a gun, I scare the shit out of Jehova
SCP-076: Ay yo, let's be real, eh?
I'm the realest realist, I never change
You have to adapt and move, can't stick with one flow
But I can spit so hot that my fucking mouth glows
What's your killcount total? Every time I win!
The greatest warrior of all time, the rhymes I spin
The lives chagrined at the child of Him
And the Grandson of the One, I'm able to spit, bitch
SCP-682: Hahaha, call that a line, close your eyes and stay alive
You can die from minutes with me, and yes, I've tried
Call yourself a superhero when you're really super queer, yo
Yo shit's cheesier than Cheetos, gayer than a speedo
Sorry, when's the last time I lost my life? Never!
You can't live more than a few years, but me? Forever!
You can die and come back, fag, and get smacked
My casual causality actually gets stacks
Weak from the human pussy you got? Please
You get less than that ████ SCP-073
I take mine, stay fly, make Rights get wide
I'm a killer all day, all night. Alright?
682, a legendary number
Cuz a real OG went and made it a Wonder
I got so many pocket dimensions, call them lint
I see your eensy weensy knives and their even littler glint
SCP-076: The smallest knife I got outreaches your body
At 100 percent, yet, to which you never get
Then I whip out the swagger dagger, old school like Atari
And knock off your right side, bitch, match, game and set!
You just a real hater, and you been recorded saying it
You play the game just to win, but I play it to play it
A primordial beast, you disgusting, fuck this
So push me, pussy, I've been wanting to cut the shit
Note: At this point, SCP-682 became even more enraged and pounced on SCP-076-2. After ██ seconds, vital signs for SCP-076-2 ceased
SCP-682: Come at me, bro
SCP-076-2: You say you fucked my mother? I'll fucking kill you, man. Nobody fucks with A-to-the B L E
SCP-682: Faggot, you just wish you was me. Stop playing, maybe I'll spare you
SCP-076: Yea, yea, yea, yea, alright boy, this time you asked for it!
A vat of acid, that's your decorum?
Check my swag, I'm back in a black case
Just in case you missed the memo, I'm based!
I'm the king of the hill, as real as they come
You was probably rich, but I came from the slums
A heart of darkness, but I came the farthest
Your flow is retarded, if I want beef then I'll start it!
SCP-682: I killed you before, I can do it some more
I'm getting hundreds, you got twenties, but lemme settle the score
No cheap ass screwball from off the street
Can withstand the weight beneath 682's feet!
I'm the out-of-town gangster, major shot-caller
I call guard's necks snapbacks, which I brought back, holla
I'm a straight up baller, rhyming sicker than HOVA
You the son of a gun, I scare the shit out of Jehova
SCP-076: Ay yo, let's be real, eh?
I'm the realest realist, I never change
You have to adapt and move, can't stick with one flow
But I can spit so hot that my fucking mouth glows
What's your killcount total? Every time I win!
The greatest warrior of all time, the rhymes I spin
The lives chagrined at the child of Him
And the Grandson of the One, I'm able to spit, bitch
SCP-682: Hahaha, call that a line, close your eyes and stay alive
You can die from minutes with me, and yes, I've tried
Call yourself a superhero when you're really super queer, yo
Yo shit's cheesier than Cheetos, gayer than a speedo
Sorry, when's the last time I lost my life? Never!
You can't live more than a few years, but me? Forever!
You can die and come back, fag, and get smacked
My casual causality actually gets stacks
Weak from the human pussy you got? Please
You get less than that ████ SCP-073
I take mine, stay fly, make Rights get wide
I'm a killer all day, all night. Alright?
682, a legendary number
Cuz a real OG went and made it a Wonder
I got so many pocket dimensions, call them lint
I see your eensy weensy knives and their even littler glint
SCP-076: The smallest knife I got outreaches your body
At 100 percent, yet, to which you never get
Then I whip out the swagger dagger, old school like Atari
And knock off your right side, bitch, match, game and set!
You just a real hater, and you been recorded saying it
You play the game just to win, but I play it to play it
A primordial beast, you disgusting, fuck this
So push me, pussy, I've been wanting to cut the shit
Note: At this point, SCP-682 became even more enraged and pounced on SCP-076-2. After ██ seconds, vital signs for SCP-076-2 ceased
SCP-682: Come at me, bro