EPIC RAP BATTLES OF POKEMON!
GROVYLE!
VERSUS!
DUSKNOIR!
BEGIN!
Dusknoir: So, you think you got what it takes?
Either put up a fight, or get your soul raked.
This green lizard ain't no match for a reaper.
When you die, I don't merely take your body deeper.
I drag it to a dimension of fear and pain!
A place that would drive anyone insane!
No happiness dwells in this place!
No color! No sound! No fun or games!
Better stay alive for as long as possible.
But staying alive forever is impossible.
Especially when you're my target.
Prepare yourself. You'll be bombarded.
Shadow Balls launched your direction.
Max Damage STAB, pinnacle of perfection.
I'll Split the Pain of death with you.
This is another day you'll rue.
Grovyle: Nice hat, dork, too bad it's part of your body.
Why's there a doorknob on your head? Your design was already shoddy.
Grope around, you phantom, you big fat fail.
You look like a blind person searching for the Braille.
Might as well give up, you won't harm me.
You're not strong at all, and you look like Barney.
Jack-O-Lantern on your stomach and Mickey Mouse gloves.
You're about as harmless as a Pidove.
Enough of me talking about how weak you are.
Your design's been criticized, it's the worst by far.
Your learnset? Ridiculous. Seriously?
Can't learn Will-O-Wisp until Level 30?
Lot of leveling up to do for such a weak attack.
Hardly hits at all, but Guts'll smack you back.
And Hex at Level 42? Don't make me laugh.
Last Resort might not be good, but Hex is only half of that!
Dusknoir: Insolent little twerp! Be careful!
Or I'll butcher you and sell you at market by the handful!
Then I'll pilot your soul to the depths of despair.
So make another move, if you dare.
WHO WON?
WHO'S NEXT?
YOU DECIDE!