| Hi, I’m Kirby! |
| Journeyed from the Planet Popstar
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| I’ll add a dash of protein, throw this insect in my pot
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| Start to mix it, when I spit it’s like Down B, my bars will drop hard
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| Yeah, I’ve been popping villains, man, I feel just like a rockstar!
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| I stop hearts with the flows that I’m coming with
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| Spitting so sweet, yeah, I know you can stomach it
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| Your book’s made for kids just to help them read?
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| Only letters you’re teaching are LSD
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| Were your badly made scribbles all drafted by children
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| Too vastly illiterate to handle your gimmick?
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| Like Galactus, I’ll swallow up planets and spit ‘em
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| The most you can ruin is a family picnic
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| You’re just another level I will leave beat (Leave beat!)
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| Mama told me to eat my Green Greens (Green Greens!)
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| Maybe quit chompin' on the sweet things (Sweet things!)
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| ‘Cause your only power’s diabetes (‘Betes!)
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| I’ll need less than seven days to leave this little pest erased, yet
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| All it’ll take is the butt of my shoe and this caterpillar won’t need to play
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| dead
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| In the light of the moon, a little egg lay on a leaf |
| Then, a hungry little caterpillar awoke to eat this beat
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| Check it!
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| I educate tykes on the basics
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| Takin' takin' takin' 8 bites out of 8-bit
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| If you wanna be the same size my fame is
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| Wake up, ‘cause you’re in a bigger DreamLand than your game is
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| Start a fight with all six of these hands?
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| I’m fly with the DeDeDe raps
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| I don’t need a power-up to burn this loser
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| Your home is a nightmare and you’re… Furby Krueger?
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| Very Hungry Caterpillar, when it comes to raps, I’m iller
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| Creepy crawler’s keeping baller and I’ll munch this track for dinner
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| Smooth like butter and I’m flyest in the room
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| I rapped harder than you when I was spinning my cocoon
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| Built like a peach, I could tear through
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| But, I won’t eat bubblegum that’s already chewed up
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| Stole my biting just to go and restore it
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| Call you John Kirby, I’m ‘bout to take you to court, kid!
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| I kill a beat like I’m Triple D, intercontinental legacy
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| For decades I’ve been nibbling my little leaf
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| My job is to educate the toddlers to pick the green
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| Fifty million sales; |
| that’s my Copy Ability |
| Your poor taste conquers the gourmet chomper
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| You’re pretty fat for a platform-based hopper
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| Chewing on the sequels ‘til your vision got lost (Nom!)
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| Even Sakurai could tell that this ball dropped
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| You must be on Crystal Shards, yo
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| ‘Cause even Eric Carle knows
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| This consumerist will get booted quick
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| When I bring out the Marx flows
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| Your art shows you’re not so special
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| See bundles of paper all stitched together? |
| Please
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| You can bite me where that creepy sun doesn’t shine
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| Mr. Not-So-Human-Centipede
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| Too crappy to mimic, your lifespan is squat
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| If I tried to suck you up, I’d die on the spot
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| I solely survived World of Light before God
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| Even let there be light in your Bible-themed plot
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| If this caterpillar wants to craft this filler
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| Then catch me on the streets leaving holes ‘til you’re dead
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| ‘Cause when I fire rhymes Right Back at Ya
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| The USA will have to censor me again
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| Dudes that wrote your plot? |
| Musta been drugged up, man
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| So I’m smokin' ya Alice in Wonderland
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| You may be fulfilling to gaming beginners but catering to kids? |
| I’m the pillar!
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| I’ve heard your vacuum cleaner flows and I can tell they suck
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| Now you’re just another Kirby that is left collecting dust (What!)
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| Looks like the cycle of life for Kirby’s reached a full stop
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| ‘Cause he just got destroyed on the mic
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| Call that a Kirbstomp! |
| (Oh!) |