Guerrilla Pokémon

Transmission of a third world, fourth truck.

A decade of the Weapon and sound above muck,

No shelter if you're looking for shade,

He blasts shots in a brutal charade,

As their balls close like a casket,

Ah... the truth devoured, a Silent pray to a shadow of power.

A spectacle, demonized

The camera's eye of choice disguised.

Was it cast for the group to burn and toil?

Or for the Spearows who thirst for blood or oil?

Yes, a spectale demonized,

They held your reins and stole your eyes.

The fist of gods, bullets and bombs,

Who stuff our banks?

Who crapped the party ranks?

More to gore? Or the son of a drug lord?

None of the above? F**k, it cut the cord.

Lights on, guerrilla Pokémon! Blow that shit up!(x4)

Contact. They highacked the frequencies,

Cloggin' the beltway,

Move to PC.

Way past the days of stonin' OT's

Sound off! Pikachu be free!

Who got it? Yo check the federal strap.

All you tin devils know the trial was crap.

An army of Pugs try to silence your rap.

Fry 'em all out. That box, it's my Pika trap!

Lights out, guerrilla Pokémon! Burn those shits up! (x4)

They have to stop somewhere. They have to stop sometime.

What better place than here? What better time than now?

All, hell, can't catch 'em now!(x6)