Difference between revisions of "On this Field"
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All your casters in nirvana now, suck my stick<br> | All your casters in nirvana now, suck my stick<br> | ||
and all them armoured guys you sluff with, get done with, die quick<br> | and all them armoured guys you sluff with, get done with, die quick<br> | ||
| − | How the | + | How the f*** you gonna beat the jock with some light flick?<br> |
Aight<br> | Aight<br> | ||
There go the call quick, three-oh-oh shit<br> | There go the call quick, three-oh-oh shit<br> | ||
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Ya'll flurbs remind me of an RP, cause everytime you come around,<br> | Ya'll flurbs remind me of an RP, cause everytime you come around,<br> | ||
it's like (what) I just gotta get my stick sluffed.<br> | it's like (what) I just gotta get my stick sluffed.<br> | ||
| − | And I don't know what the | + | And I don't know what the f*** you think you're gonna bring<br> |
But it won't work, aight jerk?<br> | But it won't work, aight jerk?<br> | ||
So watch where you swing.<br> | So watch where you swing.<br> | ||
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But that couldn't have been the problem, or maybe they just sayin that<br> | But that couldn't have been the problem, or maybe they just sayin that<br> | ||
Now cause you beat them<br> | Now cause you beat them<br> | ||
| − | + | Sh** a flurb tried to diss you<br> | |
That's why you back at nirvana, countin' your death count so slow,<br> | That's why you back at nirvana, countin' your death count so slow,<br> | ||
Reeve is telling the truth and it hurts.<br> | Reeve is telling the truth and it hurts.<br> | ||
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So whatever it is you puffin on that got you think that you Sir Sanchez<br> | So whatever it is you puffin on that got you think that you Sir Sanchez<br> | ||
I got the graphite shaft, should I smack him with my sword and my axe?<br> | I got the graphite shaft, should I smack him with my sword and my axe?<br> | ||
| − | Ya'll flurbs is | + | Ya'll flurbs is characters, not even good actors.<br> |
Who's gonna win this battle?<br> | Who's gonna win this battle?<br> | ||
Hmm, let's add up all the factors.<br> | Hmm, let's add up all the factors.<br> | ||
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You keep countin- lest you wanna be shattered,<br> | You keep countin- lest you wanna be shattered,<br> | ||
It'll just take one word, what's that I heard?<br> | It'll just take one word, what's that I heard?<br> | ||
| − | Cause | + | Cause you're a soft core weak flurb<br> |
Dagger and spell book flurb<br> | Dagger and spell book flurb<br> | ||
Garb like a cheap ass poor flurb.<br> | Garb like a cheap ass poor flurb.<br> | ||
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Flurb castin' his spells?<br> | Flurb castin' his spells?<br> | ||
I'ma stab his guts out.<br> | I'ma stab his guts out.<br> | ||
| − | Listen, yo' team is about to be | + | Listen, yo' team is about to be b***in'.<br> |
You know who's gon' beat you?<br> | You know who's gon' beat you?<br> | ||
(Who?) | (Who?) | ||
Revision as of 17:59, 25 June 2015
Written by Kestrel MacGrioghar of Twilight Peak
(To DMX's "Party Up (Up in Here)")
Chorus
Y'all gon' make me throw some stick,
On this field, on this field.
Y'all gon' make me lose a leg,
On this field, on this field.
Y'all gon' make me sluff your shots,
On this field, on this field.
Y'all gon' make me take a death
On this field, on this field.
If I gotsta bring it to you cowards then it's gonna be quick, aight
All your casters in nirvana now, suck my stick
and all them armoured guys you sluff with, get done with, die quick
How the f*** you gonna beat the jock with some light flick?
Aight
There go the call quick, three-oh-oh shit
All over a quick hit, ain't that so slick?
Ya'll flurbs remind me of an RP, cause everytime you come around,
it's like (what) I just gotta get my stick sluffed.
And I don't know what the f*** you think you're gonna bring
But it won't work, aight jerk?
So watch where you swing.
Or you gon' find yourself counting next to someone else
And we all thought you sluffed your shots
But that couldn't have been the problem, or maybe they just sayin that
Now cause you beat them
Sh** a flurb tried to diss you
That's why you back at nirvana, countin' your death count so slow,
Reeve is telling the truth and it hurts.
On the field I make flurbs wish they had Yield,
Cause flurbs still want the game, without the pain
First of all, you ain't swung long enough to be sluffin my shots
and you, you ain't jock enough
So whatever it is you puffin on that got you think that you Sir Sanchez
I got the graphite shaft, should I smack him with my sword and my axe?
Ya'll flurbs is characters, not even good actors.
Who's gonna win this battle?
Hmm, let's add up all the factors.
You sluff, your shield's small, you walk really slow,
Use PVC, the sword ain't yours, and e'rybody know
Your garb is just a sluff coat, you be like,
"So? I love to call a garb shot, I never take the hit!"
I'm tired of cheap ass flurbs whinin over shots that left a mark on them,
fuck is wrong with them?
They pad it up for real stick jocks like Barbars and them
It's all 'bout fur, leather, fight after death for them, MAN
I bring down newbs so hard it breaks their swords,
No more swingin'- your weapon just got hard cored.
You keep countin- lest you wanna be shattered,
It'll just take one word, what's that I heard?
Cause you're a soft core weak flurb
Dagger and spell book flurb
Garb like a cheap ass poor flurb.
Jock's a jock, stick's better than RP,
We've been through the fight,
and we're ditch monkeys you see.
The bigger the sluffer, the more stick we bring out,
We run up on the field, e'rybody come out, don't any flurbs run out.
Sun in to sun out, I'ma keep the stick out.
Flurb castin' his spells?
I'ma stab his guts out.
Listen, yo' team is about to be b***in'.
You know who's gon' beat you?
(Who?)
Some stick jocks ditchin'.
Captain's wishin your team might win
but it's damned hard to pin
when you don't even try to begin.
Swords up! ERRRRRRR!
One... two... fight me on field, fight me on field, fight me on field.
All my ditch monKEYS gon' fight me on field, fight me on field, fight me on field.
All my stick jock BOYS gon' fight me on field, fight me on field, fight me on field.
All my men-at-ARMS gon' fight me on field, fight me on field, fight me on field.
All my sword, sword, sword knights, fight me on field, fight me on field, fight me on field.
Stick jocks got y'all bouncin again,
bouncin again, bounce-bouncing again
Stick jocks got y'all bouncin again
bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again
Sword knights got y'all bouncin again
bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again (sword knights)
Ditch monkeys got y'all bouncin again
bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again
Stick jocks got y'all bouncin again
bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again
Stick jocks got y'all bouncin again
bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again
Ain't no fight y'all can win-
Ain't no fight y'all can win-
Ain't no fight y'all can beat me.
