Looker post-game, you never know where these opps hidden
Snover, was cold before I became with a bomb with it
Gen 5, I'm the gem that rests in dirt
The fairy that's quick to murk, give just desserts
I'm so fly, might just not address the Surge
I'm running shit like Zigzagoon, Professor Birch

Diggersby tho?
Earthquake hit 'em below
I let my enemies know
Rolling up purp that's that Venipede dro
Catch me on Victory Road
Pinsir dismembering ten of your family members
That's quite an unpleasant memory bro
But I plead for insanity so
as far as the anarchy goes
I blame the Pidgeotto