"I said "This shit is gay as T_Mac" at work and my sergeant said "Yes sir, it sure as hell is." I'm pretty sure he doesn't know T_Mac, but you never know..."
-Mark4
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| Freestylin', and I Don't Mean Underwear | | | Author: | | | IP: | px3cl.gvXXXX | | Date: | 09/24/00 12:09 | | Game Type: | Starcraft | | Labels: | none | | Report Rating: , # of Ratings: 2, Max: 9, Min: 8
Lifetime Rating for SlingsNArrows & SyniKall: 8.5000 |   |
All right stop
Collaborate and listen
Cyn is back with a brand new invention
Nonsense grabs ahold of me tightly
Then I flow like a moron deadly and nightly
Will it ever stop?
Yo -- I can't say
Turn off the lights and I'm gay
To the extreme I rock the net like a vandal
Load up a page and hump a leg for the camera
Dance
Bum rush the speaker that booms
I'm killing your sense like an anarchist pushbroom
Crazy, when I spank a bad Sonny
Anything less than the best's not worth the money
Love it or leave it
You better get gay
You better watch out if
The kid don't play
If there was a spammer
Yo, I'll smack him
Check out the flames while the admins ban 'em
Cyn Cyn baby, *Magician*
Cyn Cyn baby, *Magician*
Cyn Cyn baby, *Magician*
Cyn Cyn baby, *Magician*
Now that the random is jumpin'
With the pics kicked in, and the dials are grumpin'
Quick to the lame, to the lame no wankin'
Cooking BR's like a pro at skankin'
Burning them if they're not hot and lacey
I go crazy when I see Miss Collsy
And a game with a souped up tempo
I'm on a roll and it's time to go chobo
Rollin' in my Pinto
With my window down so my hair can blow
The raters on standby
Waiting just to say 5
Will you stop?
No -- I'm too fly
Bent on pursuing to the next
I busted a move and I'm grooving to the next game
That game was dead
Yo -- so I continued to HOF Nobo Avenue
Hentai was hot, wearing less than bikini
Porno lovers lookin' for their weeny
Jealous cause I'm out getting mine
Quake in the pants and Cyn with a nine
Laughin' for the Hawk on the wall
The Hawk actin' ill because he's about to take a fall
Insults ranged out like a flash
I showed my nine--
All I heard was gasps
Kneeling, it was Hawkus real fast
Swore at the punk, kicked his dumbass
Slappin' and slappin' Hawk's face is smacked
and I'm trying to get away before my new bitch cracks
Admins on the scene
You know what I mean
They passed me up, confronted all the crack fiends
If there was a spammer
Yo, I'll smack him
Check out the flames while the admins ban 'em
Cyn Cyn baby, *Magician*
Cyn Cyn baby, *Magician*
Cyn Cyn baby, *Magician*
Cyn Cyn baby, *Magician*
Take heed 'cause I'm a sexual poet
Erotic with your mom just in case you didn't know it
My grooves, that created all the bass sound
Enough to dance and move with no bounds
'Cause my mojo is pimped out and chill
These are moves that can actually kill
Conducted and styled
This is a hell of a concept
I make it drugged and you want to trip like this
Pimp plays on the fade, slice like a ninja
Sonn tries to get laid so fast
Other gamer's say, "darn"
If my funk was a drug I'd sell it by the yard
Keep my composure when I search for Carmen
Magnetized by the clues I'm frantically charmin'
If there was a spammer
Yo, I'll smack him
Check out the flames while the admins ban 'em
Cyn Cyn baby, *Magician*
Cyn Cyn baby, *Magician*
Cyn Cyn baby, *Magician*
Cyn Cyn baby, *Magician*
Yo Sonny, let's get outta here
Word to your mother
Cyn Cyn baby, *Magician*
Cyn Cyn baby, *Magician*
Cyn Cyn baby, *Magician*
Cyn Cyn baby, *Magician*
Before you ask, think to yourself... Do I really want to know?
And while you're thinking about that, the feature show.
I was with my man the Mage with a mag
We're chillin in the channel when we slapped the join panel
The Fox on the rocks had made the game,
So Syn and I decide it's time to get paid.
We're rappers by trade, never shy of getting laid
but we need a topic before we're groovin' in the tropics.
So we're in the game and the map ain't lame,
Bridgin' the Styx was Fox's picks,
it turned the tricks and no one was nixed.
The players settled down
went to town without a frown
Who were they ya say?
I tell ya if they pimped in pink
ya wouldn't dare blink,
you'd stand in fear not dare to leer 'cause they'd make ya queer.
Yeah it's Myst, the man who's never pissed
he's ready to go, ready to show just what he know to any likely hoe.
He's on the top 'cause he ain't gonna stop
Rockin' the block and waggin' his chops
On tha other side, burnt but not fried
Korean pride, fit to be tied we got Spook,
The ghost with the most
Ready to make some Myst toast.
Back up tracked up, cause now we got a fly matchup,
Somebody's gonna get smacked up,
Who will it be? You just wait and see.
Z v Z goin' down in our urb, lings on the curb flarin' some herb,
Rubbin' their nine now and lookin' at mine
So I flash the pass and I'm smooth like glass so they know we ain't no ass
No matta cause we rappa,
Zerg know rhyme they keep damn good time,
They respect us, don't need no ovie to detect us so we ok,
Watching from the front row seat today.
While we're lookin' things are cookin'
Spook is on the rush, and the crowd is on the hush
Mean six pool could prove mighty cruel in a masters' duel
His drones are all alone, Myst is in tha zone
Gas 'fore a spawn, he ain't a pawn,
A drone on gas as spook makes his pass
 2 drones to lead 6 lings to follow, hoping to leave tha fog base hollow
1 spook drone ahead, startin' a colony bed
Myst bustin' with his workers, lustin' for some lurkers
Spook caps the colony, but it ain't a holiday
Tha drone is backin' it, attackin' it, smackin' it
Building a new one, drones are on the run
But the pool is finished and lings are started
Just then the Spook's lings darted
Drones versus lings in a battle of survival
Holdin' off tha gang til ling revival
Miners fought the creep, they dug it's ass deep
And now they must flee, only 4 H.P. on the colony
Sunken morphing but the lings hatch
Myst has got his own batch and it's time to bust caps
Kill the o-sunk easy enough,
Myst 'n' his lings've got tha right stuff
An' now the tables are turned, the lessons are learned
Catchin' tha flip side, wantin' him to just die
Myst is back an he's wheelin', hooked on a feelin'
Ready to rock the beat to the core
He's pumpin' more lings and he's now got four
Four lings that love gore,
Smacking down that sunken like a whore
Spook frightened by their mighty roar
Hearts of steel to the core
But the cash ain't flowin', the drones aren't goin'
It's hard to build a stake when you're tryin' not ta get raped
5 for the Spook, Myst wit 6, just 11 drones on the Styx
The need, the need for speed
when a ling gets p'd slashing up some lamer's tweed
8 move out from myst, damn they lookin pissed
The lings are on time, slammin' in a line
Ready to rock the mic with a vengeance
Breakin' on down, dancin' like they ain't got a chance
But terror is an error, so the lings keep it movin'
Hittin' and runnin', dancin' and groovin'
Every one lost another one comes
Spook ain't impressed, he's not payin' for the slums
 The hit and run is gettin it done
"You're cool fag" as spook regards this latest drag
His drones are moanin, the lings seem to be clonin'
They ain't no ronin, they serve Myst as his mighty fist
 Ninja strike lings, quick like lightning,
Bust up the pool an Spook feels like a fool.
Spook yells at his buggers to get outta the fryin' pan
But then figures out that they're fat & American
Driving off the lings, Spook has been hurt by their stings
Three drones left, he's a victim of worker theft
Totally bereft of economy,
Feeling the peon sodomy
A sunken finishes in spooks base
Actin like a poker ace,
Helpin' him hold out
Forestall any permanent route
Again Spook's pool is broken
His economy is chokin'
But he's still holdin strong with his fingers on the law
Rebuildin a pool, sends his lings back to school
Both fighters make a second hatch
An of lings a new batch
Spook caps his gas 'cause he ain't no ass
When the goin' gets tough the tough get techin'
Spook's had enough a this shit and he wants to go wreckin'
It's a dog eat dog world and Myst 'as been steppin'
So he pumps up the jam with a 3rd hatch
Myst has done the same, it's gonna be a dope match
Myst drops a spire, his strategy is to climb ever higher
But spook, fightin like a gook,
the ground pounders abound, his den and Lair are found
But right about now, the funk's your brother
Hydras are the main plan but Spook's got another
He's sending two squads of lings all ready to smother
Myst is lookin' at trouble from a bunch of ling lovers
Equal numbers and a sunken makin me think
Spook's lings gonna have skulls a'thunkin
That's what u get when you use bugs for thugs
Getting their noses broken on their ugly mugs
So Spook flanks the pack and hits the back
Skirtin' the sunken
Strats ain't flunkin'
Hittin' from behind there's a ling with a nine
9 kills?
That's more points than usual for the Buffalo Bills
That ling got some mad skills
 But outta the blue comes 2 pissed off mutes
Flyin' but never dyin'
Glaivin' but never wavin'
Layin' the smack down from a hundred feet above ground
The air force is the catcher and the lings are in the pound
Zerg spore, like a monolith of ancient lore
Sprouts from spooks base, the bane of the flying ace
While spooks lings flee, trust me, they ain't screamin "Weeeee!"
Thrill of the chase, live death race
Across the bridge Spook about face
It's time for payback, counterattack, talkin' smack
Myst's lings file and taste their own bile
Spook's in an arc of a crowd an the jeerin' is loud
The lings cross the bridge walkin' but they leave in a bag
This be one death you can't blame on lag
Lings headed to myst's base, under bombing by the flying ace
Glave worm craters fatter than BR.com raters in the way
I wouldn't wanna to be a ling that day.
Slammin' the airwaves the famous four soar
They's after a peon, discriminate Deon
But spore in the side
Worse than Pinto for a ride
Bombin on back, dodgin' the pack
Worse for the wear, but it's hardly a scare
Hydras on the scene, looking lean and acting mean
Spooks prepeparing for the end
What do their tech choices portend
So Myst moves in to take the kill
Amassin' the swarm, it's a livin' land fill
A couple of lurkers and a dirty thirty lings
Pack of Mutes overhead watching from the top of things
Move in, move out, it's a constant assault
Layin' the waste and makin' Spook halt
Contain is the name of the game
And it's more than a game, it's the way to fame
But Spook ain't down and out
He's grabbin' the clout
Rage he's about and he ain't got a doubt
He's breakin' outta the choke with a burrowin' beast
Blood and gore, it's the main course of this feast
Lurkers, evil smirkers, bane of workers
Pushing out from the base
Then you have a race
When will the ovie get in place?
Un-speed upgraded get around belated
Feinting and diving
Til the ovies are arriving
Myst's force is in da shit
Without detect lings are havin' a fit
Expansions abound, myst to the top middles and mineral only
Spook, the hound, at his natural raising a mound
But Myst says some mutas to pound that bitch inta tha ground
Hydras on the way try ta save the day
But it's too late and there's no escape
Drones eat glaive wurm and it's a biological burn
The 'lisks show up late at tha pad
The hatch got rocked and wrecked real bad
That's spook's land
held now by his gangsta band with a heavy hand
Redoes the hatch and gets ready for an anti air match
Setting down the spores, smackin down the whores
And now it's a gang war slammin' on the hardcore
Myst is back and he's got 9 mutes
Slammin' on the spore but they know their roots
Their boys ain't fools and they keep cool
Sendin' 4 home in boxes and bags
Pimpin' all the ladies and rockin' their jags
 On the other end of Spook's base
Goin down with the deadly tag team chase
The hydras run out, an ovie to scout,
But the ovie runs back
And the hydras die to the bad lurker pack
We don't know why the ovie had ta fly
But splittin' was his mission
He left the hyrdas gettin' cleaned up
Gettin' sliced gettin' diced and they straight outta luck
The 1/1 hydra, 6 lurkers, and some lings
Pushing their way out, dealing out stings,
Myst's muta/ling has got nothing against these things
Who says the zerg needs wings?
And now it's a spine shootin' turf war
Gotta get mine gotta get more
Where there was flesh lurks are knifin' it ta mesh
Breakin' on through to the other side
Dealin' out pain like a barbed wire collar
The best Myst can do is try not ta holler
Spook carries the war to Myst's main, dealing out the pain
Myst's gotta be going insane, he's lost his ability to contain
The tables have turned for the worse
It looks like Myst is leavin' in a hearse
But he ain't tossin' the towel
He's whippin' a gspire outta his bowel
10 seconds woulda done it but the spire don't make it
And mutas versus hydras means ya just gotta fake it
The hydras are 1/2 and we all know what that means
Myst's forces ain't doing beans
Spook is flanking, spanking, he ain't got no time for wankin'
Cause on Myst's chord he is yankin'
Fightin' for his right to stomp your ass flat
He ain't givin' up, Myst is no welcome mat
Inch by inch and screen by screen
Spook's gainin' land and Myst is gettin' lean
Drawin to a close, Spook getting some of Myst's hoe's
Adding them to his owns rows of women in the pose
The ghetto is a hard place, you gotta be up in every man's face
Cause in the end life ain't nothin but a race just for living space
Let's get outta here Slingy
Word to your mother.
Top Ten Things Overheard From Two SC Players Watching a Porn
10. Player 1: I hope he's using a shield battery.
Player 2: Dude, he probably has a flavoured one or something.
9. Why is that idiot cameraman in the shot? I hate jackass observers.
8. So that's what a Lost Temple looks like.
7. She looks like she's been overplayed.
6. Is that a carrier in your pants, or are you just happy to see me?
5. Player 1: Oh my god.
Player 2: Dude, what?
Player 1: That's the medic.
Player 2: Holy god you're right.
4. Hot damn! Look at the size of her chobos!
3. Now that's what I call whoring.
2. Dude, a naked expansion... and a big one!
1. I hope he doesn't rush....
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