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A recollection of the Cody-Twyst Conflict
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== The Long Awaited Battle ==
[[File:People waiting at redwood Cody-Twist.png|thumb|486x486px|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
[[File:Melevor steps in for Cody.png|thumb|389x389px|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
 
<nowiki>*</nowiki>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
[[File:Barack Obama and Steven Hawking.png|thumb|560x560px|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?
[[File:Slim Shady 1 and 2 Cody-Twyst.png|thumb|415x415px|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
Rynnth
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