I converted Kendrick Lamar’s King Kunta to a Pokemon (GO) inspired track. It works surprisingly well.

//Explicit language ahead (if you somehow aren’t familiar with song by now)

I got a Cubone to pick
I don’t want you Mankey-mouth motherfuckers sittin’ in my throne again
(Ay, ay, what’s happenin’? K-Dot back in the hood, nigga!)
I’m mad (he mad!), but I ain’t stressin’ True friends, one question

Bitch, where you when I was walkin’?
Now I run the game got the whole world talkin’, King Kakuna
Everybody wanna cut the legs off him, Kakuna
Black Mantine taking no losses, oh yeah
Bitch, where you when I was walkin’?
Now I run the game, got the whole world talkin’, King Kakuna
Everybody wanna cut the legs off him
When you got the Panchams... (What’s the ‘ams?)

The Pancham is the power that be
You can smell it when I’m walking down the street
(Oh yes we can, oh yes we can)
I can dig rappin’
But a rapper with a ghost writer? What the fuck happened?
(Oh no!)
I swore I wouldn’t tell
But most of y’all sharing bars
Like you got the bottom Buneary in a two-man cell
(A two-man cell?)
Somethin’s in the water
And if I gotta brown nose for some Golduck
Then I’d rather be a bum than a motherfuckin’ Kingler

Bitch, where you when I was walkin’?
Now I run the game got the whole world talkin’, King Kakuna
Everybody wanna cut the legs off him, Kakuna
Black Mantine taking no losses, oh yeah
Bitch, where you when I was walkin’?
Now I run the game, got the whole world talkin’, King Kakuna
Everybody wanna cut the legs off him
When you got the Panchams... (What’s the ‘ams?)

The Pancham brought it out of Richard Pryor
Manipulated Bill Clinton with desires
24/7, 365 days times two, I was contemplatin’ gettin’ on stage
Just to go back to the hood, see my enemy and say...

Bitch, where you when I was walkin’?
Now I run the game got the whole world talkin’, King Kakuna
Everybody wanna cut the legs off him, Kakuna
Black Mantine taking no losses, oh yeah
Bitch, where you when I was walkin’?
Now I run the game, got the whole world talkin’, King Kakuna
Everybody wanna cut the legs off him

(You Gogoat-mouth mammyfucker)
I was gonna kill a couple rappers but they did it to themselves
Everybody’s suicidal, they ain’t even need my help
This shit is elementary, I’ll probably go to jail
If I shoot at your identity and bounce to the left
Stuck a Flygon my city, everybody’s screamin’ “Combusken!”
I should probably run for Mayor when I’m done, to be honest
And I put that on my Mamoswine and my baby Pumpkaboo too
Twenty million walkin’ out the court buildin’, Hoothoot!
Ah yeah, fuck the judge, I made it past 25 and there I was
A little nappy-headed nigga with the world behind him
Life ain’t shit but a fat Giratina
Screamin’ “Leavanny, are you okay? Leavanny, are you okay?”
Limo tinted with the gold plates
Straight from the bottom, this the belly of the beast
From a peasant to a prince to a motherfuckin’ Nidoking