Yo, the Onion hatch cracked under violet sky,Red squad marchin’ while the Blue ones spy.Radioactive nectar drip, toxic rain,Olimar’s mask fogged up — he feel the strain.Whistle blow command, but the troops don’t trust,Half the sprouts missin’, turned back to dust.Purple heavies carry secrets in their stem,Yellow ones wired with electric phlegm.We in caves where the Bulborbs prowl at night,Big mouths open, swallow squads in fright.Steel beats echo off the crystal wall,Where spores float silent — biochemical brawl.Yo, the Dweevil deal in black-market glow,Trade bomb rocks for intel down below.Some Pikmin cough - petals fall off in shame,They whisper “fungal fever,” won’t say the name.Paranoia’s thick like the smoke of a Puffstool,One wrong breath, you infected fool.Red vs Blue - it’s a Cold Root War,Mutant spores settin’ scores to even more.Ain’t no sunlight, just the hum of the ship,Louie act shady with a nectar drip.White Pikmin digin’ graves under sterile ground,They know too much, so they make no sound.I seen the Mamuta preach in the deadleaf mist,“Unity or extinction,” he ball his fist.But the leaders still fight over onion light,While the mold take souls in the depth of night.Hear the ghosts in the nectar pool chantin’ truth,“Pikmin bleed green, don’t forget your root.”In the ruins, a Bulbear guards the lies,His eyes glow red, reflecting the spies.AIDS of the garden — invisible dread,Spores in the wind, fear in the bed.Some say it’s nature’s test of worth,Others call it payload from another earth.Olimar broadcast static to the hive,“Stay loyal, stay pure, we’ll survive.”But we ain’t blind - we seen the mask slip,Leaders trade lives for another ship.So we move in stealth under Swooping Snitchbug moon,Plotting revolution in the Mushroom Dune.Red, Blue, Yellow - we all in decay,But united Pikmin, we the brighter day.Spore to spore, leaf to leaf. Stay rooted
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