[member="Tsavong Kraal"]
I suppose I'll steal the crown from this purple Gorilla,
Call 'em grapey kong, the ever lovin' Magilla,
The main savior of Cartao
Is here to blow up the mic now,
So put all four of your arms up
And get ready to bite down
Cause like a raven on a writing desk, you're as tragic as Poe,
You gonna need some hot sauce while you're eating this crow,
Because my service like my jacket is slick, black, and seamless.
You raise your odd numbered fists in the hopes you can beat this,
You should just admit that I'm the one you won't compete with!
You're a vongformed bully with a mouth like a landmine
Think you're explosive but it's only good for one time,
Metal in my brain, chip full of pain,
Even Pat Garter can't forget the name
Of the noisy balding bastard son with way too many titles.
Forcer, clone, and senator of everything that's vital.
You wanna try and step to me with your big vong feet,
But your so-called style don't need the force for me to read,
I'm not afraid to play with the big or the bad,
And you've oversold your moves by just a tad,
So hit me in ya weight class, I'll put on a lead belt,
Try to catch up with power that you ain't even felt.
Announcer: "And now, the Senator of Cartao would like to make a motion."
Thanks, let me make a move to mess with the tempo,
[member="Ember Rekali"] can't even feel my time flow,
Supposed to be a super-villain,
Now I'm hook and ultra-chillin
Making every clone want to be the most illin
Tell me what you feelin, stop your concealing,
I'mma open all this up, and you can't seal it.
Show me what you've got because survival is my job son.
If you need a hit then you should act like you've got one.
Give me the confidence
And show me some competence
Because all of this pompousness
Is just over wrought politics
So I implore the noble vong to show me what the feth he's got.
I'll make a joke and take it to the bank--call it laughingstock.
