Yo, check the mic, one two, for this Saitama tale,
Yo, check the mic, one two, for this Saitama tale, Yo, check the mic, one two, for this Saitama tale, A cosmic blunder, a Force that couldn’t prevail. Dark Lord Vader, cape flowin’ in the rural breeze, No Death Star hummin’, just the rustlin’ of the trees. Steppin’ off my ship, deep in a daikon field, My dark destiny questioned, what secrets revealed? Then I saw her, a vision, bathed in afternoon sun, Cardboard plated warrior, her righteous quest begun. Akane, they called her, eyes sparklin’ pure and keen, Her passion, a beacon, on this Saitama scene. Clutchin’ a jar, like it held the universe’s core, Whisperin’ “Holy Grail,” askin’ for nothin’ more. Kyuuri no Tsukemono, that’s her sacred prize, A pickle revelation, in her innocent eyes. My circuits glitched, my dark heart skipped a beat, Her simple truth, made my whole damn Empire obsolete. A Sith Lord captivated, by a girl so bold, Forget galactic conquest, a new story unfolds. ...