[Verse 1: Mr. Hippo (Luke Reardon)]
My friend, it seems that you've met your demise
I mean, you've gotta be stuffed, just look at your size!
But that doesn't matter, in this fight I'll be the one who's king!
When I make those eyeball rings tumble back over the ring!
Why don't you sit for a while? Seems you're already beat!
I could drape you with a cloth while I turn up the heat!
You'll get beat to a pulp you will wish you were dead!
I'm running circles round you like all the fruits in your head!
I gotta say, I highly doubt that your weak spot is your gut
When you'rе belching home to mommy from that kid's uppercut
And your mothеr, I wonder, is she still around?
Does she know her son would rather wear a belt than a crown?
This reminds me of a time I was with my pal Orville
We took a trip to the zoo, and what we saw there was horrible!
I could've swore it was you! (except a bit more adorable)
Even Nedbear's gots looks that are more bear-able!
Ahhhh, sorry about that, if it hadn't been for me
They might have put your face on games outside of the Wii!
I mean, it was always gonna end this way, you know? Battling a half robot, half hippopotamus. I guess you could call it a robo-potomus... That's awful strange, is it not? I mean, who even comes up with an idea like that?
[Verse 2: King Hippo (Cole Thompson)]
*Groan* Little robot, stop yapping!
Talk any longer, King Hippo'd be napping
Why silly old man facing me here anyway?
You make heavy players wait? Hippo is a heavy-weight!
King Hippo no care you rip off of Fazbear!
I rip off your springlocks, giving you a jumpscare!
You trash and the gang, me the king of the ring!
Here's the thing, punch sting, bell go ding ding ding
You no hippo! You ramble and you drag out a death!
A real hippo'd kill the guard and chew up what is left!
Look at your pal, it is clear he doesn't want you around!
Watch him drop you like a frozen bird that's hitting the ground!
Me the beast with the jaws that you leap inside of
Watch you weep and cry from one sweep of my glove!
There can only be one hippo in the ring, Mr. Hypocrite
Say you're mediocre but geezer isn't even it!
[Verse 3: Mr. Hippo (Luke Reardon)]
Well that's neither here nor there, sounds like you're unaware
That there's traces of cancer in your underwear!
Despite that you still sold them to all of your fans?
This boxer's pair of boxers hold the only punch that he lands!
How are you weak to the others and claim you still got the throne?
Forget the manhole cover, you could eat a man whole!
And yet, the smaller guy was enough for the crown
Well that reminds me of a time
Oh wait, that's now!
Pick up those shorts, friend 'cause I gotta admit...
I realized you want the belt 'cause it's your only fit!
And you just won't listen, they've been saggin' for years!
Are you sure that Mike Tyson didn't bite off your ears?
You lacked flow and you choked, barely knew what was happenin'
Turning to a brighter blue, more than you were on Captain N!
And it's true, ever since, you've only been a contender
So just retire from boxing and go back to selling your blenders!
[Verse 4: King Hippo (Cole Thompson)]
Hah hah hah! This battle is joke...
Call referee! Hipp-opponent is broke!
Get out of my circuit! Your circuits are withered!
Even your magnet could stick to the point better!
You should have tagged in the frog and maybe THEN you'll hip-hop
But you made like the bear and spat noise till your head popped!
You and your crew should never 1v1 me
'Cause you colored like fruit and this hippo hungry hungry!
You are losing your mind, I agree with the elephant
Everything that you said was completely irrelevant!
With your sour flow, you aren't worth the dough!
Your brain must be duck because it start to implode!
Unlike the duck, I eat, feast and thrive!
Robot need a battery in the ass to survive!
So keep your sandwiches and bland disses at park!
You can't be scary, you lack bite and bark!
In both rapping and fighting, you were easy to beat!
Did they stuff you with Joe? You're so feeble and weak!
When you lose in this fight you'll have a story alright!
Punch you out like Sandman, ultimate custom night-night!
[Outro: Mr. Hippo (Luke Reardon)]
Hoo wee, that was a hard one. Hey, hey big guy? Would you happen to have any ice for this wound? Huh, I wonder, you think ice would be good to put on this? I mean, you have to consider the fact that I am made of metal. But would you consider that more harm than good? You get what I'm saying, don't you? Ah, I know Orville would. You know, this kinda reminds me of a time when-
