Fleeing this battle would be a bolt of brilliance
'Cuz you won't be winning this with your cold resilience
These burns'll leave a scar you'll be unable to hide
Can't get the hell out of the ring against the Charizard of Ryme
You're a jerk, Kyoko It doesn't work, Kyoko
Communicating with others has got its perks, Kyoko
Starved for affection cuz her grandfather hates her
Not even Mikan could detox that behaviour
Say you're hopped up on Hope you're really full of resentment and
Your ideas only stick out with ahoges presenting 'em
I'm sure your family issues might spawn some light trauma
Your character's bare bones like father, like daughter
You're lowering the bar but i'll take this key OHKO
Your rap execution was as botched as Makoto's
Call me a dick all you want I'm Tracy, you're Gumshoe
I'll solve the real cases Oak's lab rat's too stumped to
Your ontmato-Pikas were most certainly effective
But they gave you a gruff voice from Great to grating Detective
This abomination proves companies can't design with class
I'm certain a glance would shatter that magnifying glass
With your formulaic cash-ins, Ashes to Ashes
A spin-off now or then helps to cleanse your fan's Pallets
And while I admire it's not another trek through Kanto
A PG L.A. Noir is not something your series can tow
This Sherlock's got Watts, son, your plot twists can't shock me
I fell asleep in your prologue, no coffee could stop me
I've got you down in the dumps, like your franchise, you'll fall
Looks like the fans got a Detective Trash Man after all
This mouse is simplistic no point fans can click with
A "hand held" game is an accurate description
So go ahead with your movie in Hopes of Peaking in sales
Because once Reynolds' unmasked, my burns will speak for themselves