Meepo & Strah
Yo Strah, I heard you can spot any pattern in a maze—let's see if you can catch me while I slip through your security like a shadow.
You think you can slip through, but every hallway leaves a mark. I’ve already mapped the shadows.
Ha, you think you’ve got me mapped? I’m the ghost that’s not even on the board—good luck catching a shadow that never stays still.
A ghost has no trail, but it still leaves heat. I'll feel it before it feels free.
Nice rhyme, but I’ll make you feel the heat of my mischief before you even know it’s coming.
Heat is a trail, just like a footprint. I’ll find it before it leaves a scorch.
You’re all heat‑talk now, but I’ll slip before your footprints even get a chance to bake.