1.31.2006
A -1 Ring Isn't Very Good
Ha ha one versus five yet I’m holdin my own
Cause I’m fuckin high level I’m the heir to the throne
Ain’t no need to worry all you ladies and pimps
Romeo back to take care of these gimps.
What’s your name over there? Yeah you in the robes
Oh I’m sorry ‘roabs’ that you ‘fond’ in the ‘clotes’?
What the fuck are you sayin? Don’t you mages done spell?
It’s like you’re postin ‘All your base’ man, shit, what the hell.
Those your verbal components? That’s the magic you bring?
I’d rather have backup from a minus one ring
Come on and cast Magic Missile! Let’s see your d4!
[To the crowd] I’m sorry bout him, move along, please ignore.
And now uh oh it’s Cinder here come a fifth level thief!
Yo I Climb Walls 99 while you cut on your teeth
Climbin over Blackwalls where I piss and relief
Port Fflar be the place for a real man, chief.
Now look here Dave Fister don’t log on replyin’
Go back to your temple before Rome make you cryin’
Oh wait your temple destroyed by the strong MoP
Odin’s a sucka just like your MC.
Well that about does it. I think the game’s done
You ain’t got no more quarters, and anyway I won
The crowd is fine, the crown is mine, but thanks for all the fun
John Romeo came, and saw, and rhymed, and now he gotta run.
John Romeo walks up to the judges table and puts the Triple C crown on his head.
Cause I’m fuckin high level I’m the heir to the throne
Ain’t no need to worry all you ladies and pimps
Romeo back to take care of these gimps.
What’s your name over there? Yeah you in the robes
Oh I’m sorry ‘roabs’ that you ‘fond’ in the ‘clotes’?
What the fuck are you sayin? Don’t you mages done spell?
It’s like you’re postin ‘All your base’ man, shit, what the hell.
Those your verbal components? That’s the magic you bring?
I’d rather have backup from a minus one ring
Come on and cast Magic Missile! Let’s see your d4!
[To the crowd] I’m sorry bout him, move along, please ignore.
And now uh oh it’s Cinder here come a fifth level thief!
Yo I Climb Walls 99 while you cut on your teeth
Climbin over Blackwalls where I piss and relief
Port Fflar be the place for a real man, chief.
Now look here Dave Fister don’t log on replyin’
Go back to your temple before Rome make you cryin’
Oh wait your temple destroyed by the strong MoP
Odin’s a sucka just like your MC.
Well that about does it. I think the game’s done
You ain’t got no more quarters, and anyway I won
The crowd is fine, the crown is mine, but thanks for all the fun
John Romeo came, and saw, and rhymed, and now he gotta run.
John Romeo walks up to the judges table and puts the Triple C crown on his head.
