[Intro – Whispered Menace] Yeah… Fuck your journey. Fuck your team. King Koff don’t catch Pokémon— I collect debt. And your whole party overdue. --- [Verse 1 – Savage, Cold] I hit routes like a plague, watch the whole map choke, Your squad fold fast when they step through my smoke. No speech, no warning, no hero-ass standoff, If I’m out tonight, somebody leaving with hands off. Snatch your starter, your ace, your pride, all that, Poké Balls off belts like I’m lifting wallets flat. I leave trainers in the grass staring up at the sky, Like, “How the hell my whole damn dream get bagged in one night?” Fuck your hometown hero shit, I’m Giovanni’s blade, Cut through bonds, badges, every promise you made. Your Lapras? Gone. Your Alakazam? Sold. Your Dragonite tagged with a Rocket-owned code. I’m the toxin in the region that they swear ain’t real, Every quiet little deal put more weight in the till. Efficient like death, bitch — strike fast, vanish clean, Turn your whole six-mon fantasy into evidence unseen. --- [Chorus – Cruel and Celebratory] Yeah, I make stacks. Fuck feelings. Fuck pets. Every ’mon I take add commas to checks. Bag ’em quick. Break bonds. No regret. Giovanni get rich while your eyes stay wet. I make stacks for the Don, ’Cause cruelty pays. One call from the boss, And I ruin whole days. --- [Verse 2 – Darker, Meaner] You ain’t built for the shit that I do in the field, I turn Poké Balls cold when the ownership seals. I don’t need to shout threats, I let silence bloom, One Rocket-shaped shadow and they clear the room. Pokecenter got locks now because of my crew, If it walks, swims, flies, evolves— I’m taking it too. You train for badges? I train for paychecks. And my paycheck stacked tall off raw theft wreckage. I hunt shinies at night, move legends through backdoors, Turn rare encounters into underground catalogs. Zapdos in a crate, Mewtwo on a red file, You ain’t seen fear till a myth lose its smile. You call me a villain? Bitch, evil’s too broad. I’m logistics with venom. I’m theft with a cause. I’ll rob your last hope while I’m shaking your hand, Then sell it three regions away under Giovanni’s brand. --- [Chorus – Harsher] I make stacks. Big stacks. Fuck love. Fuck hope. Turn teams into dust, That’s how Rocket boys cope. Bag ’em fast. Clean cuts. Never break sweat. Giovanni counts money while your team gets reset. Yeah, I make stacks for the Don, Do the shit you wouldn’t dare. If King Koff on a mission? Hide your ’mons. Say your prayers. --- [Bridge – Whispered and Venomous] This ain’t strategy. This ain’t fate. This is Rocket business— We confiscate. No trial. No trade. No second chance. Just black gloves... And empty hands. --- [Final Verse – Ruthless] I done ripped rare ’mons off the backs of champs, Turned League favorites into Rocket lab stamps. Got a checklist of species, a quota to meet, If you got what I need, that’s a loss on repeat. I’m Kanto’s bad omen, Johto’s regret, Sinnoh’s dark rumor, Unova’s threat. Giovanni’s favorite monster, trained to succeed, A thief so efficient I make legends bleed. So when you see that R in the black and the red? Drop your Poké Balls. Lower your head. King Koff don’t argue. King Koff don’t plead. King Koff leave empty belts... And money to feed. --- [Outro – Slow, Dangerous] For Giovanni. For Rocket. For stacks. For the thrill. For every trainer who thought bonds paid bills. King Koff out. R’s up.
