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== The Long Awaited Battle == |
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[[File:People waiting at redwood Cody-Twist.png|thumb|486x486px|The first spectators in Redwood arriving ]] |
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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. |
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=== The Rap === |
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''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.'' |
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'''CodyPart2:''' |
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Yo, your fatty Franz Ferdinand didn't see Princip's pistol |
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Too busy guzzling his tenth wiener schnitzel |
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Popped a cap in his --- for my Black Hand brothers |
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Shave off that 'tache, it's bigger than your mother's! |
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Now just like your bald head you ain't got no heir |
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I spit rhyme as your empire decline |
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Have you any notion of united Slav nation? |
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You catch my drift or do you want a translation? |
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Serbia got friends, yo! Russia's our homie |
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Think we're scared? Here's two words for you |
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[[File:Melevor steps in for Cody.png|thumb|389x389px|CodyPart2 arrives to take Cody's place]] |
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--- me! |
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'''Twyst:''' |
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I got seven Mac 11s, about eight '38s |
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Nine '9s, ten Mac 10s, the ---- never ends |
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You can't touch my richs |
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Even if you have MC Hammer and them 357 ------ |
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Biggie Smalls, a millionaire, a mansion and a yacht |
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The two weed spots, the two hot Glocks |
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Ha! that's how I got the weed spot |
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Shot dead in the head, took the bread and the landspread |
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'''CodyPart2:''' |
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You want a war, Gav? We bring the pain, Slav |
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Blood spilt in Sarajevo gonna cause a blood bath, yo! |
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Russians, Mongols, Turks, my ------ |
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Best watch out 'cos my trigger finger itches |
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You're tiresome, you're irksome |
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Like a Slavic Jeremy Clarkson |
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Back to the story, the story of doom |
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For poor tiny Serbia's about to go boom! |
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You hear me, assassin? Our troops are massin' |
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Get ready for the bombing, the shootin', the gassin' |
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Here is the deal yo! Shit just got real yo! |
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You'll be crushed under Austro-Hungary's heel yo! |
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I'll kick you in the Balkans and degrade Belgrade |
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Even if those Russians are rushin' to your aid |
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'''Twist:''' |
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Lil' Gotti got the shotty to your body |
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So don't resist or you'll might miss Christmas |
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I tote guns, I make number runs |
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I give MC's the runs drippin' |
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When I throw my clip in the AK, I slay from far away |
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Everybody hit the D - E - C – K |
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My slow flows remarkable |
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Peace to Matteo, now we smoke the weed |
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Like Tona Montano sniff the lieiio, thats crazy blunts; mad L's |
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My voice excels from the avenue to jail cells |
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Oh my God, I'm dropping ---- like a pigeon |
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I hope you're listening, smackin' babies at the Christening |
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'''CodyPart2:''' |
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Back up Franz Josef, Serbia's our brethren |
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Same blood, same religion, same Slavic complexion |
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We're packing more army than you got salami |
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So stop your bragging, your trolling |
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Or the Cossack pain train starts rolling |
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Last time you kicked off I sweat revolution |
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This time my solution is your dissolution |
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Beware the Russian Bear |
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'''Johnny Cash:''' |
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''I need my guitar'' |
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Love is a burning thing |
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And it makes a fiery ring |
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Bound by wild desire |
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I fell into a burning ring of fire |
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I went down, down, down |
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And the flames went higher |
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And it burns, burns, burns |
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The ring of fire |
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The ring of fire |
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The taste of love is sweet |
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When hearts like ours meet |
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I fell for you like a child |
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Oh, but the fire went wild |
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I fell into a burning ring of fire |
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I went down, down, down |
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And the flames went higher |
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And it burns, burns, burns |
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The ring of fire |
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The ring of fire |
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And it burns, burns, burns |
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The ring of fire |
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The ring of fire |
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<nowiki>*</nowiki>sits* |
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'''CodyPart2:''' |
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We’re waiting… |
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Every night… |
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To finally roam… |
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And invite… |
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Newcomers to play with us |
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For many years we’ve been all alone |
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We’re forced to be still and play |
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The same songs we’ve known since that day |
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An Imposter took our lives away |
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Now we’re stuck here to decay |
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Please let us get in |
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Don’t lock us away |
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We’re not like what you’re thinking |
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We are poor little souls who have lost all control |
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And we’re force here to take that role |
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We’ve been all alone |
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Stuck in our little zone |
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Since 1987 |
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Join us, be our friend |
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Or just be stuck and defend |
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After all you’ve only got… |
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Five nights at Freddies |
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Is this where you want to be? |
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I just don’t get it |
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Why do you want me to stay? |
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five nights at Freddies |
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Is this where you want to be? |
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I just don’t get it |
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Why do you want to stay? |
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Five nights at Freddies… |
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'''Barack Obama:''' |
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my fellow americans |
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Prepare to watch a beat down |
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Prepare yourself |
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For the power of liberals |
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We’ve got the strongest job growth since 1999 |
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We produce more oil here for the first time |
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For the first time |
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For the first time |
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Get it, get it like 1999 |
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Get it, get it, like 1999 |
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It has been and still is a hard time |
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But tonight we get it like it’s 1999 |
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If a kid from Tatooine can save the galaxy, you can too |
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Your future will be brighter there’s no limit to what we can do |
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But – here’s the big but, here’s the big but |
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We’re not there yet, we all know that |
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All the income gains flow to the top 1% |
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So I’mma bring jobs back |
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Get it, get it, like 1999 |
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Get it, get it, like 1999 |
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It has been and still is a hard time |
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Byut tonight we get it like it’s 1999 |
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If folks wanna pop off, pop off |
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I wanna meet ‘em |
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I’m not gonna be soft, be soft |
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I’m gonna beat ‘em |
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Our economy is growing like 1999 |
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The crime rate came down for the first time |
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For the first time, for the first time |
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Get it, get it, like 1999 |
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Get it, get it, like 1999 |
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It has been and still Is a hard time |
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But tonight we get it like it’s 1999 |
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That my fellow americans |
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Is the power of votes and drones |
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Thank you. Thank you |
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[[File:Barack Obama and Steven Hawking.png|thumb|560x560px|Barack Obama and Steven Hawking rapping their verses]] |
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'''Steven Hawking:''' |
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You’ve got no idea what your messin’ with here boy |
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I’ve got 12 inch rims on my chair that’s how I roll y’all |
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You look like someone glued a mustache on a troll doll |
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I’ll be strechin’ out the rhyme like gravity stretches time |
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When you put your little pea brain against this kind of mind |
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I’m the best |
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I’m the Snoop Dogg of Science |
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I’ll be dropping mad apples on your head from the shoulder of giants |
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There are ten million million million million million million million million million particles in the universe that we can observe |
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Your mama took the ugly one’s and put them into one nerd |
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You wanna bring heat with the mushroom clouds you’re making |
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I’m about to bake raps from scratch like Carl Sagan |
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While its true my work is based on you |
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I’m a super-computer you’re like a TI-82 |
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'''Slim Shady:''' |
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I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God |
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All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod |
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Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box? |
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They said I rap like a robot, so call me Rapbot |
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But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genes |
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I got a laptop in my back pocket |
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My pen'll go off when I half-cock it |
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Got a fat knot from that rap profit |
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Made a living and a killing off it |
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Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office With Monica Lewinsky feeling on his nut-sack |
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I'm an MC still as honest But as rude and indecent as all hell syllables, killaholic |
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This slickety, gibbedy, hibbedy hip hop |
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You don't really wanna get into a pissing match with this rappidy brat |
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Packing a Mac in the back of the Ac, backpack rap crap, yep, yackidy-yac |
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And at the exact same time I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing |
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That I'll still be able to break a mother------' table |
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Only realized it was ironic I was signed to |
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Aftermath after the fact How could I not blow? |
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All I do is drop F-bombs, feel my wrath of attack |
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Rappers are having a rough time period, here's a Maxipad |
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It's actually disastrously bad |
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For the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece as |
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I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God |
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All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod |
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Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box? |
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They said I rap like a robot, so call me Rapbot |
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Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like I have got |
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Well, to be truthful the blueprint's simply rage and youthful exuberance |
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Everybody loves to root for a nuisance |
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Hit the earth like an asteroid, did nothing but shoot for the moon since |
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MC's get taken to school with this music |
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'Cause I use it as a vehicle to bus the rhyme |
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Now I lead a new school full of students |
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Me? I'm a product of Rakim, Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac N- -W.A, Cube, hey, Doc, Ren, Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got |
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Slim Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position |
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To meet Run DMC and induct them into the motherfuckin' Rock n' Roll Hall of Fame |
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Even though I walk in the church and burst in a ball of flames |
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Only Hall of Fame I be inducted in is the alcohol of fame |
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On the wall of shame |
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I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God |
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All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod |
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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 |
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Don’t be a Solarian, be a King? |
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Why be a king when you can be a god? |
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[[File:Slim Shady 1 and 2 Cody-Twyst.png|thumb|415x415px|Slim Shady and Slim Shady 2 after their closing bars]] |
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'''Slim Shady 2:''' |
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Look, if you had one shot or one opportunity |
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To seize everything you ever wanted in one moment |
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Would you capture it, or just let it slip? Yo |
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His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy |
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There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti |
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He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready |
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To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgetting |
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What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud |
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He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out |
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He's choking, how? Everybody's joking now |
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The clock's run out, time's up, over, blaow |
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Snap back to reality, ope there goes gravity, ope |
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There goes Rabbit, he choked, he's so mad but he won't |
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Give up that easy, no, he won't have it, he knows |
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His whole back's to these ropes, it don't matter, he's dope |
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He knows that but he's broke, he's so stagnant, he knows |
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When he goes back to this mobile home, that's when it's |
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Back to the lab again, yo, this old rhapsody |
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Better go capture this moment and hope it don't pass him, and |
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You better lose yourself in the music |
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The moment, you own it, you better never let it go |
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You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow |
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This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo |
Latest revision as of 18:34, 3 June 2022
A recollection of the Cody-Twyst Conflict
The Long Awaited Battle
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
--- 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
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 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