Shadow, I think I shall start with you.
A man who can't even beat Ichirou.
You're outdated, a flop, an old piece of news,
The only thing you do is make people snooze.
Now aside from your talent, lacking we're sure,
Shouldn't even mention your mother, your sister? The whore.
Going through more wires than a coat factory,
And her ratings on yelp were just, Satisfactory.
Genesis, who are you again?
That failed clan Yumei began?
Or was it you, that in the face death,
To run away till you were just out of breath.
Whatever the case may be you've struck at me,
Too bad nobody cares for a dorky kid with acne.
How about you go back and revise your beats,
but until then, be quiet, and you both have a seat.
I am at the top of the game, nobody can best,
It's certainly okay if you feel oppressed.
You two are boring, insignificant pests,
Just leave now and continue your fruit flavored quest.
What quest I speak? You may detest,
The one where you try and get men undressed.
