[Intro - single Aussie wildlife host, spoken, no music] Crikey Look at that weather rollin’ in! Now, hang on… ya see that over there? Just above the water… Ohhh, would ya look at that beauty! That’s a Pelipper! Now have a look at that beak, mate! Absolutely massive! Thing practically runs all the way down to his bloody arse! What a sight! And judging by those clouds, mate… I reckon everyone’s about to get absolutely soaked! [Beat drop - hard country rap] [Verse 1 - cold swagger] Oi, six in a party, remember the rule, Raw power alone don’t make a team cool, Every mon got a job, every switch got a reason, One weak link cracks and ya whole squad’s bleedin’. [Beat strips back] I’m the king of the rain, mate, that’s what I do, When ya need weather set, I’m the first one through, Drizzle on entry, whole bloody engine starts, Best in the business — I’m the heart of its parts. [Drums return] Wall takes the hit, sweeper finishes the run, Pivot keeps tempo — six roles, we move as one, Damp Rock ticking while the pressure stays, Roost, U-turn, reset — that’s how a unit plays. [Hook] Six different roles but we move as one, Every piece matters till the battle is done, No single hero, no chosen-one game, Take out the structure and ya fuck up the chain. [Heavy pocket] Rain comes down when I step in the fight, Best at what I do, mate, the fit is right, You lot flex power like that’s all that wins, I build the machine and make every gear spin. [Verse 2 - mocking] Absol, mate, ya sense disaster ahead? Feel that pressure in the clouds overhead? That warning in ya bones saying trouble’s gettin’ near? Good instincts, champ — I’m already here. [Low bass] Hit like a truck but crack like eggs, Need a clean entrance just to swing that blade, One bad switch and there goes ya life, All that danger sense can’t save ya twice. [Beat stutters] Sucker Punch guessing, hoping I attack, Read it once, ya drongo, and the whole plan cracks, Ya sense disaster? Yeah, brilliant skill, Shame knowing trouble’s coming don’t help ya live through it still. [Music drops] I don’t predict storms — I make ‘em arrive, So run, little doggo, go bark for ya life, Go warn every bloke from the pub to the farm, Pelipper’s in town — sound the bloody alarm. [Country guitar breakdown] [Verse 3 - savage] Metagross, four brains, now this should be fun, Supercomputer built like ya weigh half a ton, Steel body, heavy hands, built to dominate, Yet somehow that genius still needs the squad to compensate. [Half-time] Need help with Ground, need Fire kept tame, Need pivots to bring ya safely into the game, No proper recovery, chip wears ya thin, For a genius, mate, ya need help just to begin. [Beat cuts] All that processing, every possible flow, And somehow ya still move bloody slow, Need Agility just to get that steel in gear, Supercomputer my arse — that problem’s pretty clear. [Scratched beat] Call yourself a machine? Mate, spare me the hype, You’re a busted-up heap in a scrapyard at night, All that steel and computing, still falling apart, Ya look less like a weapon, more spare fuckin’ parts. [Beat nearly stops] Big steel genius? Nah, scrap by sundown, An old Toyota for sure lasts longer outta town, Leave ya rusting out back, stripped bare in the yard, Crackheads strip ya copper just to buy another shard. [Country instrumental breakdown] [Verse 4 - sarcastic] Volbeat, mate, I almost respect what ya do, Support little bug — yeah, I get that too, Prankster, Baton Pass, Tail Glow tricks, You understand teamwork… ya’re just shit at the bits. [Percussion break] Need a whole setup just to make ya threat, And one good Taunt can cancel the bet, Spend half the bloody match tryna get things aligned, By the time ya’re ready, mate, the battle’s left ya behind. [Bass drop] That’s the difference, ya poor little gronk, You spend a whole bloody turn doing what I do on spawn, Priority support? Yeah, useful enough, But stop one little setup and suddenly life’s rough. [Pub guitar] Ya set up the table like a waitress at the pub, While I walk straight in and take over the club, Then ya flash that little light — mate, what was that buzz? Thought the bug-zapper switched on and swallowed one of ya cousins. [Drums cut] Keep glowing, ya drongo, go circle the bulb, One little zap and ya’re cooked at the pub, You set plates and napkins while I run the game, You’re not lighting the battlefield — You’re flying into the flame. [Country guitar breakdown] [Final drop - cold] So bark, rust, glow — do whatever ya do, The forecast ain’t asking permission from you, Best rain setter walking, put respect on the name, You lot came for a battle — Pelipper changed the bloody game.
