Rough Around the Edges (SpongeBob: The Forgotten Episodes ~ Abrasive SpongeBob)

Verse 1: Yo, Step up, I'll scrub ya down to the core, I ain't that cheery fry boy moppin' up the floor. This ain't jellyfishin', this is verbal incision— Rippin' open egos like it's lunchtime in prison. No rainbow spatulas, just brass knuckles with soap, Turn Bikini Bottom red while I smile and gloat. Yeah, I seen the episodes, you think I'm a joke? Now I’m sandpaper-tongued—watch your confidence choke. I ain't "Ready!", I'm reckless, breakin' every dish, Clappin' back harder than a sea bear's hiss. Popped your bubble, now I’m cleanin’ house with grime, You better run, chum—your expiration’s timed. Verse 2: Wipe the smile off your face like I scrub floors clean, Talk slick? I throw hands like a Krabby Patty machine. No tie, no pants, just rage on a leash, Snapped that leash, now I’m feastin’ on the beach. Dropped SquarePants—call me Mr. Rough Rinse, I got more edge than Plankton’s plots ever convinced. I flip more scripts than I ever flipped patties, Your best verse? Man, that line was crabby. Sick of bein’ polite, I let the sponge rot, Soaked in disrespect, 'til this whole block's hot. Tidal waves in my bars, capsized your flow, A pineapple under pressure’s ready to blow. Verse 3: Tore off the tag, now I bark and bite, More heat than the kitchen on Prom Night. No jelly in these fishin’ rhymes—I sting, Like a net full of hooks and a brass-knuckled swing. Got more grime in my pores than the Chum Bucket's floor, And my bars cut deeper than a hook through the jaw. Remember "Opposite Day"? This is that on crack, You want peace? Too bad—I ain't never lookin’ back. This ain’t a Goofy Goober jam, it’s a beatdown anthem, Stompin’ harder than Sandy with a tantrum. I'm the ghost of the grill, the curse in your fry, Abrasive by nature—don't blink or you die. Verse 4: I’m the health code violation they tried to erase, Still servin’ raw bars with a mop to your face. I ain’t sweet like Gary’s meow, I’m teeth and bile, Slappin’ fake smiles off with that Krusty style. Forget the bubbles—I burst heads instead, Turn a nursery rhyme beat into seafoam red. I cleaned up the kitchen, now I’m cleanin’ the streets, With a razor-sharp stare and no receipt. Never cared for applause, just the sound of fear, I’m the voice in your conch shell, crystal clear. Undersea menace, I'm flippin' the tide, Even Mermaid Man dipped when I arrived. Verse 5: Chum in the water? That's your name on the list, I’m the grease in the gears of your optimistic twist. Snatched Squidward’s clarinet, made it a weapon, Blew a note so foul even Neptune was stressin’. Had a dream once—now I burn ‘em alive, Rippin’ pages from the script while I dive in knives. This ain’t jellyfishin’—I sting for sport, And laugh while your best bars fall short. F is for Fury, I keep it locked and loaded, Snap like sea glass, ‘til your pride gets corroded. U is for Unhinged, like my grip on the plan, I’ll shake your whole world with one greasy hand. N is for No one, that’s how many I trust, I’d rather leave friends buried in rust. Singin’ this song with a smirk and a knife, My version of fun? Takin' your life. Verse 6: I’m the dark side of fry cook fame gone mad, Like a grill fire fueled by everything I never had. A slap in the face with a soapy hand, Got 'em scramblin’ harder than a kelp shake stand. They said “Employee of the Month”—nah, I’m the reason it’s canceled, You’re dancin’ with a sponge who’s straight dismantled. Even my shadow don’t trust me no more, I speak in static, slam souls through the floor. Yeah, Bikini Bottom trembles when I vent, I’m the filterless voice of repressed intent. So scrub that smile—you’re out of your depth, You challenged the grime… now inhale what’s left.