This was an inspiration about another post a week ago made by MoFaux and decided to revamp it to make it about the Classes.
Here is a rap I made:
The Hunters of the best, we are nicknamed Red Death. Only three pulls were needed without a single rest. Crucible isn't that bad, but it became Thorn Central. So listen to my Super Good Advice as it will be essential.
There is not one, not two, but three guys after me.
Not a problem cause Its as easy as it can be, to make them cry in agony.
I'll drop Tripmines, letting them blindly run into me.
So the Found Verdict is that you can't handle my killing spree.
The ragers had enough and let out Invective. They think they will win but they're looking at a linear perspective.
Even if they buffed it, so what? It reloads faster. When I'm done with you, you'll get LockJaw'd and need Shingen C-rap load of plaster.
The bodies are dropping fast, Mark amounts getting fat. Teabagging all of these bodies as my ghost says "Don't do that".
Here is an addition:
There's the good, the bad and then theres Phogoth. He is my homie, not some Templar that you can just push off.
Hes mean, he's green (kinda) he like to shoot a beam
Out of his eyes that makes all the ladies cream.
Agent of the Nine, more like Agent of the sea. His face looks like tentacles that flail and dance at me.
His wares may be good but he sells the same stuff. People are now complaining that Suros needs a buff.
Can't wait to see how this'll turn out.
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Edited by OmniOmega99: 12/12/2014 2:19:27 AMThe Heat up in this air/ Calls for a contest-its only fair Riddle me if you wish/ You slimy hunting fish At rap I am a royal/ Don't let your mind toil Don't challenge me at rhyme/ Warlock Poetry is sublime Would you rather me bury you in the soil/ Or boil thee in oil I hate hunters-out on a strike/ I heard this guy call "Spike" I glide out of the way/ And call that Guy cray for he was a fool/ he did not know his own tool he thought he threw a spike/ toward a wayward pike but he threw a mine/ Thus I hate hunters, even thine Someone I know/ Made two such crows Indeed, two hunters/ As shameful as a baseball bunter One exceedingly lacks/ On raids, the other slacks You call me foul?/ Be quiet you crazed fowl You think you can jump?/ Your arc is a little hump You like your speed?/ All I see is a player's envy and greed Hunters are not fast/ If I were to race you, you would be last. If you think this backstory/ was a little unexplanatory How I will make part two/ Depends entirely on You