Pure fact, is I'm a rhyme master
My mind is savage, it's a kind faster
Redline the gas to grab a Linebacker,
So fast the nerves that grasp his spine fracture
Before his eyes splatter, he witnessed the 0 to 12 disaster for his side
Also nice with mechs
My foe's life flashed before his eyes
Phoenix Hawk with no arms, no weapons
I stop to laugh before he dies
A gifted sage, my methods stick, don't change
Found peace 179 meters inside an LRM boats' range
Ain't got no bloodname, I'm carving names in blood
Sadam Hussein in the game, the way I aim these SCUD
Mech caked in mud, with death ball my force is greater
The defensive Line stacked, I move in Back, I'm Lawrence Taylor
Weak Mechwarriors and MCs retire
Holdin mics like triggered PPCs, I squeeze fire
Enemy mechs look like the aftermath of bonus rounds in Street Fighter
Edited by LT. HARDCASE, 16 November 2016 - 03:35 PM.