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12/10/2014 4:30:09 PM
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Only one way to settle this... A Rap Battle between the classes!
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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1 ReplyEdited by Undefined: 12/12/2014 8:59:33 PMI rose up with a ghost Without enough confidence to boast And a speaker snubbing down my nose You bitches laughed at me on the tower Made fun of my trenchcoat Thinking your cloak is baller Pulling my shit like it's a girl's robe But I never pointed out your mark looks like a folded napkin, brother But look at me now, With you nigs asking for favors, Just 'cause you know my nades are able But I haven't forgotten the old days, though When you didn't believe my wicca wreak havoc Before I face-palmed sucked you, vampiric When you didn't expect me to rise from the ashes Like a phoenix, sweet revenging your short lived victory And now, yall are all clinging desperate, Fireteam invite just to ride my [b]space magic[/b]. So, [b]D1giTaL Smaxx[/b], before you boast, remember who's really wanted and needed. I know you just want a bitch to throw a bone, but self-denial doesn't make you "the realist". All you got is guns, but self-made skill and born talent you got none. I found your veridict around the corner, with a slap to your face. You running desperate with your space closing in, So you pull out an invective and hope you'll win? Shotty, shotty, shotty, why so shoddy? For "hunter master race", you're an exemplary disgrace. When I come for you and you run out of special, Watchado? Invisi-crouch in a corner, pissing your pants and pray for more ammo? Or are you more of the arc-blade type? Run around like a lost, headless chicken, Until you can pull out a glowing knife? Does it make you sad that I shotty you down with your own medicine? Or do you dice and slice the air? While I Swarm you and your super bad advice with enough bullets to spare? Ain't no sea where you came from, go back to your bar. You ain't got shit on a warlock. I own the stars. Suros is just a gun; I got spells up my sleeve. Phogoth is just a giant glob of dumb, I can nova-void that unchained shit. Praetorian is part of my legion, and still your worst nightmare. No point of precision, and will still chase without its head. You know what they say, praise the sun The vex and the void multiply around it, son The battle may be over, but the war has just begun. [spoiler]well...I tried[/spoiler]
