[Intro]
RAP BATTLE!
TREVOR HENDERSON!
VERSUS!
CORPSE HUSBAND!
BEGIN!

[Verse 1: Trevor Henderson and Long Horse]
Disaster's near and I’ve come to warn you before its too late now
Sorry bud, but it looks like Daywalker already came out
Some teens saw your Twitch streams and now you've grown
But since your first feature, your music career's been dead: a living tombstone! (Hey!)
I got that thumbs up from Junji Ito (Hey!)
Anthony Fantano thinks you got that weak flow (Hey!)
Started off by reading horror every week, yo
Damn, now some online e-girls got you losing sleep, bro
You can’t pull off all that darkness with how you hush your tunes
Recording songs like your mom's sleeping in the other room
So call Sykkuno to report ya, I'm the prime suspect
I married the game then killed it, bitch, now I'm the Corpse Husband

[Verse 2: Corpse Husband]
I don't really get what this connection is about, son
What am I, another influencer you get clout from?
Someone tell this copycat he better close up shop
You know I keep it real, crawl back to Photoshop
I left the net broken like Chicago tornado sirens
You dropped some hits and then? Radio silence
There's no matching the pen game this pro's packin'
When you need your own fans just to write up your whole canon
Some average Joes managed to leave all your horror damaged
Now you’re only scary as a 3 AM phone challenge
So bring out all the critters from your drawn-out fan world
Make those pussies my bitches: Cartoon Catgirl
I dig abstractions, but not the shit you keep pumping
Turn away from your canvas the next time you feel a sneeze coming
[Verse 3: Trevor Henderson and Siren Head]
With how you mimic others, you’d fit among my monsters
Jackin' other reader’s styles like a Mr. Creepy-Impasta
While other people's stories keep on bringing your wealth
I'll find success in letting my creations speak for themselves
I must say, it seems that you and I share similar features
But at least it's my intention to make people’s ears hurt
Be careful what you wish for when you're paired with this creature
As this will be the only time someone puts you on a speaker
Sounds vile with the same beats and the lame bars
Now I'll leave one more corpse in my graveyard
No one's here to save you, so don't try it
Corpse Husband's been found dead, sound the sirens

[Verse 4: Corpse Husband]
You had some ideas, but couldn't bring them to action
I could sum up your career in an Instagram caption
Since the first record, I've been going places
You couldn't even rise up from your basement
I pack more bite than your whole room made of molars
I'm smoking crewmates, you're an R.L. Stoner
I guess I'm the real monster, I just buried you, Henderson
But at least you got a reference to draw another skeleton

[Outro]
WHO WON?
WHO'S NEXT?
YOU DECIDE!
THE NEXT RAP BATTLE IS ON THE WAY!