Now, this is a story all about how,
My life got flipped-turned upside down,
And i'd like to take a minute,
Just sit right down,
I'll tell you how I went and thrashed a team called brown.
In East Oceania, born and raised,
On the battlefield is where I spent most of my days,
Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool,
And all playin some pokemon outside of school,
When a couple of browns,
Who were up to no good,
Started making trouble in my neighbourhood,
I got in one little fight and Lady Bug got scared,
BK said "You're gonna beat that nigga; he shouldn't-a dared."
I trained and practiced with them day after day,
Then I caught my pokemon and I was well on my way,
Earthworm gave me a fist-pump then he gave me my diglett,
I put on my backpack and said "I might as well kick it."
Lead Matchup, yo this is bad,
Against that Swampert my Heatran is ass,
Is this the dirty way that those Browns play like?
Hmmm this might be alright.
But wait I hear they're prissy, bourgeois and all that,
Is this the type of battle suited for this cool cat?
I don't think so,
But the battle's in motion,
I hope they're prepared for the prince of OCN.
Well the plane landed and when I came out,
There was a dude who looked like a bug standing there with my name out,
I aint trying to get in trouble,
I just got here
I sent out Jolteon like lightning, disappeared.
I whistled for Celebi and when it came near,
His look was fresh and he had time for the dear,
If anything I can say this pokemon was rare,
But I thought 'Nah forget it' - 'Yo homes, I don't care.'
I pulled up to the stadium about 7 or 8,
And I yelled to my mates, 'Yo homes, smell ya later,'
I looked at my pokemon and I gave him a potion,
I'm gonna sit on my throne,
As fresh prince of OCN.