*makes exaggerated =O face pointing at Octo K with the hand holding the pimp cane*
Mr. Lion, Mr. pussy cat,
Rattertat,
Blow you away,
With that I say.
I don't need to be good,
To beat your ryme,
You're out of time,
Just back down.
You think you're skilled,
But you'll just get killed,
Can't comprehend,
The message I send.
Shes mine to keep,
You say I'm the sheep,
Wolf in sheep's clothing,
thats what I'm dishing.
I'm brining down the house,
On this little gay louse,
October,
Whatever,
Now run lil' pussy cat,
You can't beat that.