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08/13/09(Thu)22:15 No.5446761Well well well, look what we got here, buncha pretenders thinkin they got game? Well now, its time for DJ Phylactery, the Unliving King of Verse, the Master of Arcane Rhyme, the Eldritch Emcee, to step into the fray.
Check it:
So I'm cruisin through my dungeon and what do I see? Some half baked adventurers takin' a stab at me. Scrubs and newbies shootin for my throne, rollin out in stank mounts, spittin rhymes that make me moan. Or they would, that is, if I had vocal chordes to groan. I don't need no biology to spit my rhymes, I burn with arcane fire, provoking desire and smiting all who raise my ire, and if you aspire to take me down, you'd best be pack your artifacts and clear out of town because when I'm around the bitches quake in fear, because it's clear that I reduce my foes to a bloody smear. It's called magic, dawg, learned through tomes, studying alone, cos I got no home. I was from the mean streets in realms forgotten, with a thirst for the knowledge that was misbegotten. And in case you thought I was always rotten, you'd best look within, I wasn't always a bastion of sin, with this rictus grin. I was flesh and blood, just a kid from the hood, tryin to make ends meet and get an education, better myself and improve my nation. So I cut a few corners, stole and robbed, when you're surrounded by Paladins its hard for evil kids to get a job. So you think you're real righteous? You think, if it's good you can do what you may? Motherfucker, step back, self-righteous punks like you MADE me this way. So you'd best kneel and pray, cos now you're all gonna pay as I scorch you to the bone with my hot rhymes, boiling your blood and smokin your ashes to kill the time, I'll roll you like a blunt and toss you around...if you step into my lair, bitch, you're going down. |