My rap for the Smogon Pokemon Rap Competition. I'm repping my boy Exeggutor and dissing Luxray, enjoy!

Smogon Pokemon Rap Tournament Round One - Exeggutor

Smogon Rap Tournament Round Two - Zekrom

Round 3 of the Smgoon rap tournament, carving up Fisdunction/Hitmontop and letting him sleep with the Magikarp.

(Intro)

Murkrow: BOSS, BOSS!!!

Honchkrow: What is it Murkrow, my son?

Murkrow: You've....been called out?

Honchkrow: Let me have a look.....

Murkrow: You won't be happy.

Honchkrow: Hitmontop, is this a fucking joke?

Murkrow: You want me to get Luca Blasti to take care of him?

Honchkrow: Nah nah, he has other business I wish for him to take care of. I'll take care of him personally. The Honchkrowleone family needs to be taken seriously.

Murkrow: Good idea boss, want me to send a message?

Honchkrow: Send our friend Hitmontop a Rapidash head in the mail....and let him know that he will shortly be sleeping with the Magikarp....but first, it's time to embarrass him before his demise.

(Main)

Don Honchkrowleone son, mafioso lord, The Big Boss.
Noone will find your corpse, 'cept for animals and moss.

You made a big mistake messing with "la mia famiglia"
"Sarai morto", that means someone will kill ya

My Murkrow do my bidding, all day I sit and preen. 
At night I get more tail then if I was Charlie Sheen.

Pokedex entry says "May get drilled hard", you must feel big.
The only drilling you do, is while you work on my oil rig.

Your bro's are poke-martial artists Jackie Chain and Bruce Lee.
But you're a fucking Beyblade, how threatening can you really be?

I'm a Brave Bird son, my beak is razor sharp like steel.
Carving through your fighting type, like a knife through an orange peel.

You think you Intimidate me, think you can kill me in my sleep?
I'm an Insomniac motherfucker, because Rest is for the weak.

I rule the Roost, I'm loaded with a bag of tricks for facing peasants
Unlike your movepool, barren just like the Mauville desert.

I can start a Heat Wave, cut you up with a Night Slash.
The only way to delay, is by grasping a Focus Sash.

We have a saying in the mob, "you're upside down pushing daisies"
But you live wrong way up, half my work has been done for me.

Plead to me, to see your kids and wife one last time and speak
Called your bluff, species all Male, banging Hitmoncocks like a Greek.

This is your Perish Song, your final call before you die and rot.
Don't fuck with the Don, cause now you're dead like you were Firebot.


MC Stallion