[Verse 1: Banjo (GameboyJones)]
Flow so rare like the company that made me
Bringing all the hype because I rep the nineties baby
Made it into smash with a splash, I'm so wavy
When you made it in there was no crowd going crazy
Bear versus a Dog, is this even a fair fight?
Put you on a leash, you are bark I am all bite
I'm in my twenties, you're almost forty
What's a battle gonna prove? That you are boring?
N.E.S, you're not even sold
I'm on the Xbox now, you are in some mold
In the back of the basement, come on baby face it
There is no comparison, you need to learn your placement
Pull out Kazooie like the Zapper Light
Hit you with the Duu Duu, now it's after life
Now, where's a remake? Where's the new game?
You should just quit, you are so lame

[Verse 2: The Dog (Shwabadi)]
You're coming up against a real OG team
Fan faves don't mean nothing when you face me
Taste these, frisbees at you with a great speed
This pair is what we get instead of Waluigi
Like DMX but a real dog
How you gon' flex on a light gun god
Hit 'em cross map, quickscope like COD
Barrels on tap, explode your squad
Paw-to-paw with man's best friend
Claws to y'all, take a while to mend
All in all, your sixty four bit head
Will take eight bit hits to meet it's end
We predate you by fourteen years
Gun cocked, got you locked in the red crosshair
Unless you're talking about Kong, I don't care for rare
When you ask their favourite animal who says bears?
[Verse 3: Kazooie (Toku Mei)]
Old heads about to feel what it's like to be senicide
Code red killer will put you down right before your eyes
Dog and a Duck stepping to us like we'll be petrified
Y'all in a bunch, would've been junk if weren't for Sakurai
Requested for the game before y'all were ready to take aim
Ain't no debating this battle, stay in your dang lane
We've been renovated and innovated to great lengths
Y'all are just food for humans up in Beijing
Your eight-bit range will be disdain from your mainframe
Got a few nuts and screws loose in your stained brain
Ain't no thang to hold me back, I'm on a rampage
Isn't every day you battle legends from rare games
All in all you two dudes will fall
We're battling F-Tier chumps who ain't even evolved
I'm appalled, that you won't even show us respect
You better keep your head down unless it's sudden death, game

[Verse 4: The Duck (Connor Quest!)]
When we load up the cartridge aim with precision
Get ya disc blown apart like a low clay pigeon
Quack loud and my partner got the big paws
This raw chicken get the cowboy quick draw
Getting packed full of lead when the Buck does shoot
Get a tap to your head like it's duck duck goose
Always got my Dog bring that rough stuff too
Worse than your third game, what was it nuts and screws?
Ya so forgettable man I don't even know, till I won't let you out our sights we be honing the scopes
A blast from the past when you get smacked by the Zapper, now your gagging like you got a wishbone in your throat
Hey Banjo, aren't you sick of dead weight in your bag?
I'm telling you man he'd make a hella tasty panache
Won't be wasting no ammo, I hit you straight in the back
You'll get stuffed like a turkey while I'm basting your ass ha ha