[Intro] Yo… Is that Sandshrew? Shit, he surfaced quick — Guess he got tired of suckin’ on Diglett’s dick. You been hidin’ so long, you missed the news, I clapped Pikachu — bar for bar — no excuse. [Verse 1] Yeah, I’m Normal-type — no element, no flair, But I’ve ended more runs than your whole fuckin’ lair. From Route 1 to the top, I bring pain with speed, While you stuck diggin’ holes, tryna plant a seed. You? You a ground-type — dry, dumb, and slow, Livin’ underground ’cause you scared to show. Water tap you once and you fold like a bitch, Even Magikarp could make your armor twitch. Claws long as hell, but you can’t land shit, Half-blind pedicure — just scratchin’ to commit. You roll up tight, tryna dodge the pain, I go first turn, break jaws off the chain. [Hook] I’m the rat in the streets, the fear in the dark, You the mole with a shell and a coward’s heart. Fuck type advantage — I fight raw, I bleed, While you dig holes, I make champions concede. [Verse 2] You ain’t built for war, just built to stall, Rollout takes five turns — I end it on the call. You spinnin’ in circles, hopin’ for a crit, While I Quick Attack twice and make your soul quit. You missed the battle, bitch, you were deep in the dirt, While I bodied the mascot and left him hurt. No one seen you — not in ranked, not in games, You just a Dex entry with washed-up fame. [Verse 3] You was a taxi in Gen One, that’s facts, Dig got spammed when the Fly slots lacked. But soon as that Pidgeot hit the sky, You got dumped in the box — not a tear, not a bye. Your ass got boxed in the PC quick, Now you rot with the Paras and the Level 2 Sticks. HM slave vibes, a tool, not a threat — Just a tunnelin’ bitch that trainers forget. [Bridge] Sand Veil? Nah, that’s just fear in disguise, You blur out the truth and choke on lies. Your whole career’s just dodgin’ fate — While I rise from the bottom, and dominate. Evolve, bitch? I don’t give a damn, You turn to Sandslash — I still go blam. I evolve too — and when I activate, You see my teeth flash… and I Eraticate. Your whole line’s mid, from birth to bleed, Meanwhile I solo leagues on pure grit and speed. [Outro] You a ground-type? Good — then choke on the dirt. Every bar I drop’s like a super-effective hurt. You ain’t a rival — you a footnote glitch, A forgotten file, a useless bitch. I don’t box you — I delete you, clean. You ain’t worth the slot on a dying team. Last words, Sandshrew? You better pray, ‘Cause I’m Rattata, motherfucker — and you die today.
