Mothwing:
Hey press
Did you miss
Your Riverclan half-sis?
Or did you even know
Of me, my bro
Or poor Tadpole?
No of course!
Your to busy with your drama
Can't see nobody else
'Sides your brother, papa and mama
That must be hard!
Jumping from
Clan-site to clan-site
Seems when they going gets tough
Tawny's flight takes the limelight
I hit the River with pride
My paws did not get dry
By running to daddy's side
If someone made me cry
And just like that
You went running right back
When the sun went black
Like a scared little
House cat!
You're like a walking omen
Bad luck where you are goin'
From forest fires in Thunder
To a son who's bad at floatin'!
You've infected half that clans
With your shitty plans
You hit the homeland,
The marshes
Try that grasslands!
Nobody wants you,
You're a straight clan killer
I don't care where you end up,
Just stay out of my river
Tawnypelt:
Its really not so hard
To take a look and see
Which side of the fam
Got the shitty batch of genes
Your bro is a murderer
Your mom?
Who's heard of her?
Of course I know their names
But I try not to remember
Its hard to be related
To a lier and a fraud
Our ancestors above
Should have your ways
Outlawed!
I earned absolutely everything
From earnest dedication
No cat in the clans
Wants to take your medication
If this rap is your mission
To make this a competition
I don't need to have a "vision"
To realize your poor decisions
Redemption, absolution
Ain't in your constitution
You're sick with your delusion
And there just ain't no solution
For pawns
Your brother had you played
Right into his paws
Like a helpless piece of prey
For shame!
Grow a backbone
Before it's to late
Your apparent lack of dignity
Has got me dismayed
Mothwing:
My delusion?
Lack of dignity?
You really see things differently
I'm not the one
Who lives upon
A made-up Starclan fantasy
I've help up on my own
It is your hoax I disown
If that means I've got no backbone
Watch me take a broke-back shit
Upon your moonstone!
Now your wasting my time
I've got real cats to heal,
I've hade enough
Of your play-time
I like to focus on the living
I've got no use for the dead
You can resume your ass-kissing
Of the ghosts inside your head
Tawnypelt:
Your so insanely willful
That it borders being skillful
There's not a cat left
Thank can accept you're just the deft
You're the daughter of a rouge
And you don't follow the code
Just rid us of this load,
Hurry up and hit the road!
I'm sick of your ballad,
Your arguments are invalid
It's a shame were kin
'Cuz you simply can't win!
I'm the one who can spit it
It's time for you to simply quit it
Like the omens you emit
Your a big sack of bullshit
Credits to Blixemi!!!
