Kandykorn
Lion Apologist
- Location
- The Goof Realm
- Pronouns
- They/Them
TRIGGER WARNINGS
CURSING!
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“Pokemon.
There are so many nowadays.
But there are three that stand above the rest. Three pokemon, so similar, yet so different. Losers, freaks, and pokemon geeks, my name is Anita Winner, and this is: Small Guy Rap Battle 2024!
Let’s bring in the competitors!
At a respectable 2.2 pounds, Putting the “Poke” in Pokemon, the one, the only, PINCURCHIN!
Weighing a comfortable 2.6, and making all the ladies' innards come out, the sea-slug from alola, PYUKUMUKU!
Coming in at 8.4 pounds, the fan favorite! A bug in the streets, but cold as ice in the sheets, it’s SNOM!
Three adorable guys for sure, but who will win it all? Find out today!”
Anita nods at the three competitors. Their trainers set each of them on a stool on the stage, surrounded by thousands of adoring fans.
The music starts.
Snom wriggles up to her mic.
“You know where I’m from!
Galar, Bitch I’m snom.
I’m not gonna be nice, cold as ice, got no dice.
You’re going down!
I’m the queen, you're a peasant.
This is not gonna be pleasant!
Deader than cooked unfeasent!
I own the crown.
When I was first brought out!
Already got the clout!
There’s no damn need to pout!
In my lyrics you drown!
I hit you with a blizzard!
No, you haven’t misheard!
I’ll cover you in hail!
I will always prevail!
I know that I’m the bomb!
From Galar, bitch I’m Snom!”
The crowd erupts. Anita smirks. “Pyukumuku, your rebuttal?”
Pyukumuku’s hand comes out, grabs the mic.
“Snom, Your egos inflated.
You’re a fan favorite but hella overrated.
When I look at you, I, what’s that word?
Laugh to myself knowing you’ll get third.
You think you’re gonna prevail?
Dude, You’re bug/ice. You’re frail.
How do you think you can beat me?
If one ember brings you to low HP?
So this is my decree:
I’m gonna win!
I’m in pink and black!
Always on the attack!
While you’re out here cold and freezing
I’m on the beach swimming and breezing
Pincurchin, sorry to ignore you here.
I was just following by example I fear.
You’re just the least popular out on this road.
Destined to be 100% overshadowed.
So, in conclusion and destiny
The winner is gonna be me.
There’s no need to shout.
Pyukumuku out!”
Pyukumuku reached out their hand and dropped the mic. The crowd exploded in applause once again. Pincurchin hopped onto it’s mic.
“Bring her home, Pincurchin.” Anita said.
“Snom’s overrated? You’re one to talk.
You’re logic’s so fragile, mines hard as a rock.
Your raps made the audience so quiet you’d hear the drop of a pin.
Looks like things are once again coming up Pincurchin!
Electric type and I can rap!
Don’t get too close, know I zap!
You two are stupid and whiny!
I’m solid and I’m so spiny!
So go to that river you’ll cry me!
Pincurchin!
You know I’m gonna win!
to lay it out before thee
Love underdog story!
Come like a sharpedo fin!
Things are coming up!
Pin!
Cur!
Chin!”
The crowd explodes! Our three small guys wait eagerly for the results.
“This is where it’s up to you, glorious crowd! To decide a winner, Simply react to the poll! Our Competitors eagerly await your responses!”
CURSING!
____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
“Pokemon.
There are so many nowadays.
But there are three that stand above the rest. Three pokemon, so similar, yet so different. Losers, freaks, and pokemon geeks, my name is Anita Winner, and this is: Small Guy Rap Battle 2024!
Let’s bring in the competitors!
At a respectable 2.2 pounds, Putting the “Poke” in Pokemon, the one, the only, PINCURCHIN!
Weighing a comfortable 2.6, and making all the ladies' innards come out, the sea-slug from alola, PYUKUMUKU!
Coming in at 8.4 pounds, the fan favorite! A bug in the streets, but cold as ice in the sheets, it’s SNOM!
Three adorable guys for sure, but who will win it all? Find out today!”
Anita nods at the three competitors. Their trainers set each of them on a stool on the stage, surrounded by thousands of adoring fans.
The music starts.
Snom wriggles up to her mic.
“You know where I’m from!
Galar, Bitch I’m snom.
I’m not gonna be nice, cold as ice, got no dice.
You’re going down!
I’m the queen, you're a peasant.
This is not gonna be pleasant!
Deader than cooked unfeasent!
I own the crown.
When I was first brought out!
Already got the clout!
There’s no damn need to pout!
In my lyrics you drown!
I hit you with a blizzard!
No, you haven’t misheard!
I’ll cover you in hail!
I will always prevail!
I know that I’m the bomb!
From Galar, bitch I’m Snom!”
The crowd erupts. Anita smirks. “Pyukumuku, your rebuttal?”
Pyukumuku’s hand comes out, grabs the mic.
“Snom, Your egos inflated.
You’re a fan favorite but hella overrated.
When I look at you, I, what’s that word?
Laugh to myself knowing you’ll get third.
You think you’re gonna prevail?
Dude, You’re bug/ice. You’re frail.
How do you think you can beat me?
If one ember brings you to low HP?
So this is my decree:
I’m gonna win!
I’m in pink and black!
Always on the attack!
While you’re out here cold and freezing
I’m on the beach swimming and breezing
Pincurchin, sorry to ignore you here.
I was just following by example I fear.
You’re just the least popular out on this road.
Destined to be 100% overshadowed.
So, in conclusion and destiny
The winner is gonna be me.
There’s no need to shout.
Pyukumuku out!”
Pyukumuku reached out their hand and dropped the mic. The crowd exploded in applause once again. Pincurchin hopped onto it’s mic.
“Bring her home, Pincurchin.” Anita said.
“Snom’s overrated? You’re one to talk.
You’re logic’s so fragile, mines hard as a rock.
Your raps made the audience so quiet you’d hear the drop of a pin.
Looks like things are once again coming up Pincurchin!
Electric type and I can rap!
Don’t get too close, know I zap!
You two are stupid and whiny!
I’m solid and I’m so spiny!
So go to that river you’ll cry me!
Pincurchin!
You know I’m gonna win!
to lay it out before thee
Love underdog story!
Come like a sharpedo fin!
Things are coming up!
Pin!
Cur!
Chin!”
The crowd explodes! Our three small guys wait eagerly for the results.
“This is where it’s up to you, glorious crowd! To decide a winner, Simply react to the poll! Our Competitors eagerly await your responses!”
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