Kabutops is the name, rockin rain is my game
You break a sweat doing stretches, I’ll cut you up like cocaine
Speaking of drugs, that pure power sure is interesting
Only 60 base attack but you only attack me physically?
You’re a medi-sham, a fraud, you’re the Bonds of ‘mons
I’d be careful with those steroids, I heard those shrink your balls
Oh, guess I’m too late to warn you, I’m sorry
Saying yoga is manly is like saying Taric’s the new Connery
Honestly, you think I’m gonna lose to an RU?
RU serious? 80 speed? I swift swim circles around you
STAB you in your dome fossil, you know you should die
You’re psychic, so maybe you planned to meditate in the sky
But maybe you should meditate on your attire
Those pink pants weren’t stylish when I was first alive, sir
Your rap skills are extinct, and I’ve revived just to say
You should make like MC Hammer and shuffle the fuck off my stage