Kiwisdofly
Recruit
Note: I'm not a rapper, I don't even like rap. I do, however, enjoy humour. The picture you see below is made by me in exactly three minutes, so no complaining about crapiness.
Please enjoy. Rated M for madness and language.
Inspired by Fargo's pirate rap, found here
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Woke up in my crib,
A peasant ho' at my side,
Looked outside, real quick,
Saw some Vaegir *****es flashin' gang colours,
Talkin' trash, dissin' my hood.
I put on my chainmail, Swadian pride.
Dived to the armoury, got a crossbow in each hand,
Gangsta style; Called my boys together,
Busted some Vaegir foo's; brotha's foreva',
We are a band, keepin' our hoods clean.
Crusin' on my steed of wo',
Sometimes life is a real bo'.
Up and down the Zendar hoods, pumpin' fly beats,
Farmer pimp pushin' ho's on the corner street,
The town crier hollers so bold:
It's all about scorin' them pieces of gold.
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Please enjoy. Rated M for madness and language.
Inspired by Fargo's pirate rap, found here
===============================================
Woke up in my crib,
A peasant ho' at my side,
Looked outside, real quick,
Saw some Vaegir *****es flashin' gang colours,
Talkin' trash, dissin' my hood.
I put on my chainmail, Swadian pride.
Dived to the armoury, got a crossbow in each hand,
Gangsta style; Called my boys together,
Busted some Vaegir foo's; brotha's foreva',
We are a band, keepin' our hoods clean.
Crusin' on my steed of wo',
Sometimes life is a real bo'.
Up and down the Zendar hoods, pumpin' fly beats,
Farmer pimp pushin' ho's on the corner street,
The town crier hollers so bold:
It's all about scorin' them pieces of gold.
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