The Cody-Twyst Conflict

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A recollection of the Cody-Twyst Conflict




The Long Awaited Battle

The first spectators in Redwood arriving

On June 3rd, 2022, Cody logged in after prolonged absence from the game. Seeing as Twist was online, everyone immediately began hyping up the culmination of the last few months. This war would finally come to the end. The battle was to be held at Redwood, spectators lining the streets anxious for event. Cody unfortunately needed to part ways before the conflict even began, so instead CodyPart2 was brought in. Twyst and CodyPart2 began rapping, a long awaited battle finally being held. Spectators were on the edge of their seat and many guest rappers were brought in. A back and forth that was a site to behold.

The Rap

Readers discretion is advised moving forward. This is a roast, everything said was done so in a humorous situation. Please take no offense from anything recorded here.


CodyPart2:

Yo, your fatty Franz Ferdinand didn't see Princip's pistol

Too busy guzzling his tenth wiener schnitzel

Popped a cap in his --- for my Black Hand brothers

Shave off that 'tache, it's bigger than your mother's!

Now just like your bald head you ain't got no heir

I spit rhyme as your empire decline

Have you any notion of united Slav nation?

You catch my drift or do you want a translation?

Serbia got friends, yo! Russia's our homie

Think we're scared? Here's two words for you

CodyPart2 arrives to take Cody's place

--- me!


Twyst:

I got seven Mac 11s, about eight '38s

Nine '9s, ten Mac 10s, the ---- never ends

You can't touch my richs

Even if you have MC Hammer and them 357 ------

Biggie Smalls, a millionaire, a mansion and a yacht

The two weed spots, the two hot Glocks

Ha! that's how I got the weed spot

Shot dead in the head, took the bread and the landspread


CodyPart2:

You want a war, Gav? We bring the pain, Slav

Blood spilt in Sarajevo gonna cause a blood bath, yo!

Russians, Mongols, Turks, my ------

Best watch out 'cos my trigger finger itches

You're tiresome, you're irksome

Like a Slavic Jeremy Clarkson

Back to the story, the story of doom

For poor tiny Serbia's about to go boom!

You hear me, assassin? Our troops are massin'

Get ready for the bombing, the shootin', the gassin'

Here is the deal yo! Shit just got real yo!

You'll be crushed under Austro-Hungary's heel yo!

I'll kick you in the Balkans and degrade Belgrade

Even if those Russians are rushin' to your aid


Twist:

Lil' Gotti got the shotty to your body

So don't resist or you'll might miss Christmas

I tote guns, I make number runs

I give MC's the runs drippin'

When I throw my clip in the AK, I slay from far away

Everybody hit the D - E - C – K

My slow flows remarkable

Peace to Matteo, now we smoke the weed

Like Tona Montano sniff the lieiio, thats crazy blunts; mad L's

My voice excels from the avenue to jail cells

Oh my God, I'm dropping ---- like a pigeon

I hope you're listening, smackin' babies at the Christening


CodyPart2:

Back up Franz Josef, Serbia's our brethren

Same blood, same religion, same Slavic complexion

We're packing more army than you got salami

So stop your bragging, your trolling

Or the Cossack pain train starts rolling

Last time you kicked off I sweat revolution

This time my solution is your dissolution

Beware the Russian Bear


Johnny Cash:

I need my guitar

Love is a burning thing

And it makes a fiery ring

Bound by wild desire

I fell into a burning ring of fire

I went down, down, down

And the flames went higher

And it burns, burns, burns

The ring of fire

The ring of fire

The taste of love is sweet

When hearts like ours meet

I fell for you like a child

Oh, but the fire went wild

I fell into a burning ring of fire

I went down, down, down

And the flames went higher

And it burns, burns, burns

The ring of fire

The ring of fire

And it burns, burns, burns

The ring of fire

The ring of fire

*sits*


CodyPart2:

We’re waiting…

Every night…

To finally roam…

And invite…

Newcomers to play with us

For many years we’ve been all alone

We’re forced to be still and play

The same songs we’ve known since that day

An Imposter took our lives away

Now we’re stuck here to decay

Please let us get in

Don’t lock us away

We’re not like what you’re thinking

We are poor little souls who have lost all control

And we’re force here to take that role

We’ve been all alone

Stuck in our little zone

Since 1987

Join us, be our friend

Or just be stuck and defend

After all you’ve only got…

Five nights at Freddies

Is this where you want to be?

I just don’t get it

Why do you want me to stay?

five nights at Freddies

Is this where you want to be?

I just don’t get it

Why do you want to stay?

Five nights at Freddies…


Barack Obama:

my fellow americans

Prepare to watch a beat down

Prepare yourself

For the power of liberals

We’ve got the strongest job growth since 1999

We produce more oil here for the first time

For the first time

For the first time

Get it, get it like 1999

Get it, get it, like 1999

It has been and still is a hard time

But tonight we get it like it’s 1999

If a kid from Tatooine can save the galaxy, you can too

Your future will be brighter there’s no limit to what we can do

But – here’s the big but, here’s the big but

We’re not there yet, we all know that

All the income gains flow to the top 1%

So I’mma bring jobs back

Get it, get it, like 1999

Get it, get it, like 1999

It has been and still is a hard time

Byut tonight we get it like it’s 1999

If folks wanna pop off, pop off

I wanna meet ‘em

I’m not gonna be soft, be soft

I’m gonna beat ‘em

Our economy is growing like 1999

The crime rate came down for the first time

For the first time, for the first time

Get it, get it, like 1999

Get it, get it, like 1999

It has been and still Is a hard time

But tonight we get it like it’s 1999

That my fellow americans

Is the power of votes and drones

Thank you. Thank you

Barack Obama and Steven Hawking rapping their verses


Steven Hawking:

You’ve got no idea what your messin’ with here boy

I’ve got 12 inch rims on my chair that’s how I roll y’all

You look like someone glued a mustache on a troll doll

I’ll be strechin’ out the rhyme like gravity stretches time

When you put your little pea brain against this kind of mind

I’m the best

I’m the Snoop Dogg of Science

I’ll be dropping mad apples on your head from the shoulder of giants

There are ten million million million million million million million million million particles in the universe that we can observe

Your mama took the ugly one’s and put them into one nerd

You wanna bring heat with the mushroom clouds you’re making

I’m about to bake raps from scratch like Carl Sagan

While its true my work is based on you

I’m a super-computer you’re like a TI-82


Slim Shady:

I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God

All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod

Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?

They said I rap like a robot, so call me Rapbot

But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genes

I got a laptop in my back pocket

My pen'll go off when I half-cock it

Got a fat knot from that rap profit

Made a living and a killing off it

Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office With Monica Lewinsky feeling on his nut-sack

I'm an MC still as honest But as rude and indecent as all hell syllables, killaholic

This slickety, gibbedy, hibbedy hip hop

You don't really wanna get into a pissing match with this rappidy brat

Packing a Mac in the back of the Ac, backpack rap crap, yep, yackidy-yac

And at the exact same time I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing

That I'll still be able to break a mother------' table

Only realized it was ironic I was signed to

Aftermath after the fact How could I not blow?

All I do is drop F-bombs, feel my wrath of attack

Rappers are having a rough time period, here's a Maxipad

It's actually disastrously bad

For the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece as

I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God

All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod

Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?

They said I rap like a robot, so call me Rapbot

Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like I have got

Well, to be truthful the blueprint's simply rage and youthful exuberance

Everybody loves to root for a nuisance

Hit the earth like an asteroid, did nothing but shoot for the moon since

MC's get taken to school with this music

'Cause I use it as a vehicle to bus the rhyme

Now I lead a new school full of students

Me? I'm a product of Rakim, Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac N- -W.A, Cube, hey, Doc, Ren, Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got

Slim Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position

To meet Run DMC and induct them into the motherfuckin' Rock n' Roll Hall of Fame

Even though I walk in the church and burst in a ball of flames

Only Hall of Fame I be inducted in is the alcohol of fame

On the wall of shame

I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God

All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod

The way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, Nascar Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash God Kneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard

Don’t be a Solarian, be a King?

Why be a king when you can be a god?

Slim Shady and Slim Shady 2 after their closing bars


Slim Shady 2:

Look, if you had one shot or one opportunity

To seize everything you ever wanted in one moment

Would you capture it, or just let it slip? Yo

His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy

There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti

He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready

To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgetting

What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud

He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out

He's choking, how? Everybody's joking now

The clock's run out, time's up, over, blaow

Snap back to reality, ope there goes gravity, ope

There goes Rabbit, he choked, he's so mad but he won't

Give up that easy, no, he won't have it, he knows

His whole back's to these ropes, it don't matter, he's dope

He knows that but he's broke, he's so stagnant, he knows

When he goes back to this mobile home, that's when it's

Back to the lab again, yo, this old rhapsody

Better go capture this moment and hope it don't pass him, and

You better lose yourself in the music

The moment, you own it, you better never let it go

You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow

This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo