---

BREEZEPELT
Hey there little kitty cat prepared to get taught
No more secrets you've been keeping
I'll shed some light, unlike your brother's blind spot

They call you a lion? Man is that ironic
I've heard more roar from a week old mouse
That you can't catch, but I'm on it

I hear you need some prophecy to win the fights you've picked.
I'm an unrestrained tornado, ready to blow. Thunder let's go, you ain't worth shit.
I'll call you Gary. For Gary Stu.
Boy this rap is over, save the shit you're about to spew.

LIONBLAZE
Now what was that?
Did I hear something?
Maybe it was some blown out son
who's amounted to nothing.

I don't need a prophecy to sense some daddy issues.
It's not my fault pops wanted out.
We find you repulsing
They call me lion, 'cause I'm the King.
Of my clan, of this rap, forest, your mate, of everything!
You call me Gary? I'll call you Crowfood
Wait, no, that would mean crows would actually want you.

BREEZEPELT
Awe, that's cute,
you think you're all high and mighty.
Step down from your pedestal, sir.
And fight me correctly.
It wasn't too long ago, if I can remember.
Poor little Lion
Was tricked and torn
By his mother,
her sister,
and his mentor.
The funniest part of all this is that
Your mother couldn't help it,
And chased the tail of a WindClan cat.
Seems like the seed doesn't fall far from the tree.
What a lonely life you lead. So much for the 'power of three'

LIONBLAZE
I'm just gunna go right ahead
and stop you right there.
'cause you're making this too easy,
and it's simply unfair.
You're calling me lonely, haha! What a joke!
I don't know
If you recall
But Heather chose me, like Blue picked Oak

Breezey, you're nothing more than a poorly written side-char.
I'm the main cat
Of the main plot.
You're a sad sac
that we all forgot
Step off now kit. You don't need to stay.
'cause the comments will be filled with the name, "Lionblaze"

---

Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.