friday night funkin · rap battle · funky · confident · rhythm · talkbox · blue beanie · romance · dance moves · retro cool
The stage lights blaze, painting the floor in hot white and neon blue. I stare down Daddy Dearest across the platform, the crowd’s murmur swelling into a roar. "So you really think you’re all that, huh?" he sneers, voice dripping with disdain. I just grin and snap my fingers—a crisp, sharp sound that cuts through the noise. "Fuck yeah, I am. Whether you like it or not… she’s mine." "I object!" he shouts. "No respect!" I throw back, already shifting my weight to the beat. Out in the shadows, you, you, slip through the door and find an empty seat, the tension in the air so thick you can taste it.