YOUR DAD LOOK LIKE AN ABRA PART 2 lyrics

I'm Kilowattrel, if he asking for static, I palm it and sparks fly
Zap/zip, bag it — Banette and a carbine
Metal ain’t missing, I hit with a Smart Strike
Black/white diamonds, Obstagoon, apartheid
n*ggas buggin’, just a blip on the radar
Solar beaming — my wrist is a quasar
Walk with my dogs, I got canines with AR’s
Heat around me, pushing characters — space bar
Gen 1 bike and it move like a racecar
Zooming through Lumiose
b*tch, I do the most
Smoking Loudred in soundproof studios
Po Town, I'm in paradise — Coolio
Mad hoes like a gardener, Brassius
Revavroom the tune up, ain’t no one passing us
Purple got me levitating, Mismagius
You can't battle me, boy get ya status up
All that bullsh*t you talk — it ain’t adding up
All my opps is like Tauroses, mad as f*ck
We gon’ run on him, run his pockets
‘Till he dropping coins — Gimmighoul, he rattled up
Saddle up — Rapidash
Stacking cash — Stakataka bricks
Tell him pick a pack, you worth half a cig
And you getting smacked — you Girafarig
I’m Farigiraf, tell him bring it back
Cofagrigus pieces got him coughing
Leaking, coffin-deep in — off the deep end
In a mask, ain’t no sleeping
If I gotta spin a rack, Wes inside the Phantom
And we getting gassed, gear shifting higher
Boy, you getting passed, you ain't near as high as I am
n*gga, blast — take him back to class with my n*gga Jacq
Big round, send him to Ursa Major
Cuz he can’t face the fire — he Turtonator
With the way he was looking around
I could see in his eyes — he was just an impersonator
If you ain't with the gang, I can't work with y’all
I been Comfey, just keeping my circle small
Back in days they was throwing me Night Shade
Ghosting me, had to give ‘em the curtain call
Nowadays, see I got the whole scene behind me
Double speed how I be dumping all of my burdens
I feel like a Eevee with VV IVs
Nidoqueen beside me, cuz I’m already perfect
31 Flowing like Baskin Robbins, got so many options
When I’m stacking Alcremie
That sh*t like my shorty
I spin her around and she throwing that cake right back
When she see me, she’a nuzzle my di*k till it’s paralyzed
You can bet that it’s up and I’m solid
Bet my chopper do multi-hits, strap with a pair of dice
So Paradise is his calling — ay, yuh
Metapod +6, I’m the most hard
And all you blowhards got your flow from a flowchart
You got no bars, no spark
But if you really want static
I could get a n*gga zippy zapped, no charge
Said I couldn’t go far
Back when I was hopping on the Annie with no ticket on me
Tryna duck the Coast Guard
I was eating low carb, I ain’t have the bread
But now, I’m Dachsbun — getting well baked
Healing old scars, sipping venom out the bottle
But I pop an eddy — my eyes look like Brock’s do
b*tch, I’m top 2 and I’m Natu
So I ain’t shocked seeing sheep coming after me
It’s not news