Watch your step wanting to brawl
With these halls you're a goner
Lost to the onslaught of haunted depths
See the scrawls on the walls, of the calls
Of the lost souls that wanted death
Hope you caught your breath

This is a test that you're not surviving
Not with your typeface's botched handwriting
Our barriers will not break with souls
You're gonna walk here 'til you need cane pixels
Fallen children in the realms of monstrous hellspawns
That want to kill them yeah, we've seen that too
But the only idiot baby to slip and phase
Into this glitchy place that we've seen is you

This analog's mythos is monumental, bitch
Literal groundbreaking spawn to mettle with
If you think you'll get spared then you're mental, sick
Our flow gets real experimental quick
And it's typical for visitors to succumb and snap
But since the start of this battle your head had a ton of cracks
Stuck in here forever trapped
Let me quickly run it back
Even getting on our level, you're never coming back

Very, very interesting
No verse put me quicker into resting
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But if I ought to retort
I'll turn this verse into an autopsy report

The subject's a room that only wants to have you trapped
Best place for you is with the other tapes in the true Lab
For nobody should watch your show, let alone the king watch it
I've seen amalgams creepier than A-Sync's from a sink faucet
I went to my creation, similar to what Kane did
But what I had created was more then just a playlist
So rhyming with this scientist just isn't the safest
Cause my syllables eliminate these liminal spaces

If this is really what the doctor ordered, then I'm pausing it
My body count's whole continents of populaces dropping in
Only breakthrough you've gotten is a closet with no bottom
And it only takes two tots and a pair horns to go stopping it
You're rotten and I don't think our bacteria can make you live
You ain't a danger if you fade from kids, you gave an egg to Kris
But now I'll leave you scrambled like the frequencies of people
Seeking ways of leaving me, So call for help but no one's reaching G

Entry number twenty-two
This web series earned so many views
With its yellow rooms, it took life and spread
Spawning even more spinoffs then siren Head
Full of teens with camcorders running away
From the concept I made but with fun stripped away
We're all done with your tape, it's exhausting to watch it

I've had more fun watching an analog clock tick
I'm not sure what I expected, and yet it's amusing
Such a low effort spectacle said I'd be losing
I say we move onto the next test and forget this all
What do you two think
Ha-ha-ha-ha