Phat Rhymes
Maveric
Join Date: 2002-08-07 Member: 1101Members
Join Date: 2002-08-07 Member: 1101Members
<div class="IPBDescription">Sup dawg?</div> Just for fun i've made the following:
In NS Marines run alone
The action must be condoned
Or it'll fall from it's art;
It's team-play heart.
Rambo's are fools
While they use their jetpack tools
Skulks helpless
And the Hive is restless
Bullets stitch my back
God damn this bloody melee attack!
I drop dead on the floor
But then i spawn back in, ready for more.
I lie in wait
Outside the marine's house's gate
Then i spring
I type to him "ZING ZING!"
He falls to the floor missing his head
That way i know he's hella dead
But there's still work to be done
I join a new game as marines and pick up my Light Machine Gun
LMG for short it has 50 rounds
My hopes now know no bounds
I run with a team but we hella weak
Two marines running at our peak
Heavy armor gets droped down
Then we take the kharaa scum to town
But we do it bad
Skulks are carapaced clad
Five or more rush out
Then just as i turn about
I see myself in the skulks position
"Oh crap, i hate being the opposition."
We put up seiges and lay waste to the hive
Then the kharaa begin to take a dive
Sadly though there's a lamer some where
God damned him in his D. Chambered home in there!
He's being still so Motion cant detect
But it's all soon correct
As we all get that Jetpack and HMG tool
We know we gonna win, since we took those Kharaa strait to school!
----
And one Poem:
Marines have some guns.
Kharaa rush them, ATTACK!
Brains bloom as flower.
In NS Marines run alone
The action must be condoned
Or it'll fall from it's art;
It's team-play heart.
Rambo's are fools
While they use their jetpack tools
Skulks helpless
And the Hive is restless
Bullets stitch my back
God damn this bloody melee attack!
I drop dead on the floor
But then i spawn back in, ready for more.
I lie in wait
Outside the marine's house's gate
Then i spring
I type to him "ZING ZING!"
He falls to the floor missing his head
That way i know he's hella dead
But there's still work to be done
I join a new game as marines and pick up my Light Machine Gun
LMG for short it has 50 rounds
My hopes now know no bounds
I run with a team but we hella weak
Two marines running at our peak
Heavy armor gets droped down
Then we take the kharaa scum to town
But we do it bad
Skulks are carapaced clad
Five or more rush out
Then just as i turn about
I see myself in the skulks position
"Oh crap, i hate being the opposition."
We put up seiges and lay waste to the hive
Then the kharaa begin to take a dive
Sadly though there's a lamer some where
God damned him in his D. Chambered home in there!
He's being still so Motion cant detect
But it's all soon correct
As we all get that Jetpack and HMG tool
We know we gonna win, since we took those Kharaa strait to school!
----
And one Poem:
Marines have some guns.
Kharaa rush them, ATTACK!
Brains bloom as flower.
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