[Verse 1: Mr. Game & Watch (Raichous)]
(Yo!) Parachute in to win, it’s an icon you’re fighting, man
This Fire man throws bacon, eggs, and fine raps off a frying pan
Been Ball-ing from the start. Where’ve you been? I can’t tell
As an expert, I can say fame’s something you’ve never handheld
This rapping trampoline lander’s smacking you like a 9 hammer
And your win’s a crazier dream than those of all your programmers
Slenderman in a trench coat? He only has one mode: stalk
Mister, Watching your Game has got me watching my own clock

[Verse 2: Grey Man (Mr. Tibbs)]
A fat-nosed shadow thinks that he's fit for battle? Boy, I'll laugh
When I have him tripping and he still tries to fight with oil cans
Ring your bеll for help! I’m Krueger of thе PlayStation
Leaving beats and dreams corrupted. Still think it's an emulation?
Here’s the red Flagman; you’ll get slaughtered just from napping
It’s one of your two functions; learn it’s time to stop rapping
I Violently Diss-strict. The pain won’t leave when you wake up
Even people who play Smash have forgotten you like a brain flush