You know I'm all about that Sprigatito Squad.
Fuecoco and Quaxly saying, "Oh my God."
To them, that would mean, "Oh my Arceus."
I'm an emerald master, ain't no Sonic mod!
Cat scratch fever but you can't handle this.
Got my accuracy dropped, but I still don't miss.
You better believe that every line that I spit
Leaves the competition destroyed and the ladies in bliss!
And I ain't talkin Nurse Joy, no Blissey!
Y'all be throwing a big fit, straight hissy!
They be looking at the croc and the duck like wait up
But then the cat pulls up like "Hey, you miss me?"
Sure, the croc spittin' fire and the duck be spittin a flow,
But when it comes to starters, there's only one way to go,
With the weed cat I will forever roam,
So come on Sprigatito, let's head on home.
(I would like to see what return fire you got. I'm just genuinely curious. Until then, Ciao For Now, Darlings!)
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My random raps and poems
PoetryThis is just a little peek in my mind. I hope that what I put in here is able to make an impact.
