[Toga] Let's cut to the chase, with blood dripping from your wrist I'll get my fill and move on once I've drained this masochist You can daydream what you want, keep wasting time on your stories When I'm through with you, that back pain will be the least of your worries Squeeze yourself in one more cup, before you start spilling the tea When in the League you learn a thing or two about killing the beat In your nuthouse of a quartet, you’re the member most disliked I’d take more out, but there is nothing left of this dyke [Yuri] Today I cut my skin open for the first time, it was exhilarating I think I understand how glitch feels now I'm supposed to be the responsible one though So I don’t think I’ll be doing it again unless I decide to kill myself Saying I'm a dyke? That's laughable! Time to leave my marks on A side chick who won't return in the next chapter of Markov But a Dicku won’t be present if you’re filled with all this lust Or is this the next attempt from you begging to join a club You’ll be cut on the edges if you are starting this game Trying to make your own name by crossdressing as Bane? Seriously, how am I supposed to take this psycho as a threat When you confuse your own target for a sudden love interest? [Toga] Pretty good job, if you wanna make me yawn-dere Smeared those verses with the pen that you use to pop cherries? You can’t get over a no and leave all your notes like: Notice me It’s an insult to my quirk to be opposing this poetry Sad that the only thing you've inspired inside your fandom's eyes Is to have dirty, perverted artists increasing your breast size I’ll have you choking out for MC when my blade pierces your lungs So come on try and spit some more, I'm used to cutting tongues [Yuri] Let’s cut this verse into pieces, I’ll let you lick it off my knife You’re not gaining any friends in whatever form you arrive Unstable and uncanny, why don’t you just stick to portraying Cammie Cause with your powers that suck, it's kinda hard to make you scary (sorry) It’s time for you to step back, claiming friends with extortion You forced ship with some poor kid, now there’s some missed-fortune I’ll save you a cupcake, eat it at your pity party later 'Cause your fate of being roasted will never leave pen and paper