I'm regice, the tested, tried, and true of ou, (at least in one gen,)
who's this douchebag? a pest that best rest in nu
in every successive game, it's a shame
that you're in the same lame tier in every metagame,
y'aint got the flame that's my claim to fame,
I mean, look at those stats, 80's your highest,
that's my second lowest, you can see who's best,
this ain't even a hard test, your toxic spikes
are useless against my rest, you mess!
you can't outspeed me unless you carry agility,
but my thunder wave is precious utility,
the forecast i see when the wind is icy
will render any future attempts c-r-a-p
your most worthwile stat is special defense,
but at 80, you really think that's intense?
you're so dense, let me talk you some sence,
at 200 points my defense is immense,
i'm a menace that makes minced meat
out o ya in a mere instance,
get yer head outa the sky,
guess that's why you fear those that fly,
I don't see what makes them a big deal, guy,
by golly, coverage and stab sucks their health dry.
why wouldn't you carry boltbeam? it's the best you can take,
when it comes to coverage, I'm the one that makes it.
With fighting and dark, you look like a fake,
you don't get stab on either, my mate,
you wake me up to shitty typing,
i thought i was bad, you just take the cake!
And eat it, too! Not like those dumb dragon types.
A dragon? Eating a cake? Oh yusei, you're so funny.
But enough about dragons, I already wreck their shit,
you're just a loser that should have already quit,
i'm the king of ice, it is me, all of it,
i already took the prize that you wanna get!
you may have experience taking down legends,
your "in-every-game" scam may fool my brethren,
but i've been hiding for thousands of years under hoenn,
training my rapping skills just for this moment,
polishing my rock-hard iron-clad rapping potential,
your terrible stats aren't like mine, they were intentional,
you make me feel like i've got gastro-intestinal
infection in my intestines, but that's a reflection
of your detrimental lack of potential,
and also 'cause your wings look like a pair o' testicals,
but if looking dumb as balls was your intention, hey, that was successful!
but i think i'm done fucking you up,
time to move on to the next round o' the cup,
i'll let ya live so you can go home screamin' to yer mother,
before i smother the floor with you and your other brother butterfree,
'course, he's probably with me,
he'd agree you're a weak meek itty bitty little bee,
your flyin' bro's stabs are S.E.,
but the real kicker is:
whose sprites fly in D/P?
REGICE OUT, BITCH.