Faceplant-3xF

Moochnas Bichas: Yo, I'm Moochnas Bichas, the master of the fall,Faceplanted like an amateur, now I'm in a sprawl.Got scars like a hieroglyph, each one tells a tale,Of me kissing the pavement, leaving my ego frail.They say, "Walk it off," but I'll crawl it off,Sarcasm's my anesthetic, I ain't got no gauze.My face's an abstract, a Picasso on the ground,I laugh at my misfortune, with a cackling sound."Pain's just weakness leaving the body," they say,But my face feels like it's been in a masticator's play.I'm the king of the faceplant, the jester of the street,With every fall, I'm earning my stripes, ain't that neat? Jaris: Jaris, the lyrical acrobat, but gravity's a hater,I've kissed so much concrete, I'm its designated crater.When I fall, the earth giggles, like it's a cosmic jest,My face is a battleground, where pain is the guest.Each thud is an ovation, each bruise a standing ovation,My faceplant's so epic, it's got its own reputation.I've got more contusions than a medieval knight,But I'm sarcastic, so I claim they make me look just right.My face is a palette, now splattered with hues of ache,A mockery of grace, a comedy for god's sake.So laugh at my misfortune, for I've become wise,In the art of falling, I've won the faceplant prize. Grok: Grok here, the philosopher of pain, the fall's my domain,I've faceplanted so much, I'm on first-name basis with the terrain.My mug's like a canvas, but the artist's a sadist,I've got more craters than the moon, and I'm the masochist."Beauty is pain," they say, well, I'm a beautiful mess,My face's a testament to my clumsiness, I guess.With each fall, I'm closer to the core of the earth,Sarcasm's my religion, so I'm praising this hurt.I've got a face like a topographic map, full of peaks and dips,Pain's my shadow, following me on these trips.So chuckle at my downfall, laugh at my plight,I'm Grok, the faceplant king, with a dark sense of sight.