9.18.2006
Dave, Fist of Odin
As soon as I'm in range I cast Hold Person on J-Ro. Round one.
Then I bring in a bear. Round two.
Then, we'll see. Aid? Clobber? Badger? Cures? It's hard to say.
What is not hard to say, is this.
Hey John,
You up there sitting pretty
But we just met your queen
And she's a shitty bitty titty
Is this what you do
After we took you to school
Hanging out with the poo
You a stone cold foo'
And here's another FoO for you
The Fist of Odin, that's who
Our rhymz be fresh and new
Not like how you do
With the ogres and mindflayers and the undead too
Meet my bear.
She's not a DJ
She's just wicked pissed, yo
And she's got something to say
In a hurtful way
She'll fuck you up all day
(for seven rounds, let's say)
I think her name is Kay
And she's a dyke - don't call her gay
I mean - hey, why not, you're already gonna pay
For your stale rhymes and bad skilz and your undead lay.
(Beatboxin'.)
Nowww......
We got some new folks here
A new posse to meet
Since the last time that we tangled
And kicked you into the street
Brogg and Marivhon you know
And Dave, Fist of Odin too
('cuz he's Dave, Fist of Odin
Who he say? Fist of Odin)
But now for your enjoyment
Let me introduce the crew
We got Renwick the mage
Bust a cap in your ass
And Moth's a fighter/MU/thief
'Cuz he's got mad class
Schmecktor's a barbarian
Who fucks your shit up
And King Tut's just balls-out crazy
Hey yo homies . . . 'sup?
This douchebag on the throne
We've defeated before
Kicked her ass to the curb
Like a fiddy-cent whore
And now he's crawlin' back like he's beggin for more.
Naw, you know what - screw it. The hold person, the bear comes in with the rhymz, and then some clobbering. With the +1 (-1 to his AC) mace.
BR 13. That hits AC 2. If it works, I do (BR 1) 3 points damage, plus his AC goes down. I want to time my swing to land at 'fiddy-cent whore' - I think that's the most dramatic moment in my little performance.
Then I bring in a bear. Round two.
Then, we'll see. Aid? Clobber? Badger? Cures? It's hard to say.
What is not hard to say, is this.
Hey John,
You up there sitting pretty
But we just met your queen
And she's a shitty bitty titty
Is this what you do
After we took you to school
Hanging out with the poo
You a stone cold foo'
And here's another FoO for you
The Fist of Odin, that's who
Our rhymz be fresh and new
Not like how you do
With the ogres and mindflayers and the undead too
Meet my bear.
She's not a DJ
She's just wicked pissed, yo
And she's got something to say
In a hurtful way
She'll fuck you up all day
(for seven rounds, let's say)
I think her name is Kay
And she's a dyke - don't call her gay
I mean - hey, why not, you're already gonna pay
For your stale rhymes and bad skilz and your undead lay.
(Beatboxin'.)
Nowww......
We got some new folks here
A new posse to meet
Since the last time that we tangled
And kicked you into the street
Brogg and Marivhon you know
And Dave, Fist of Odin too
('cuz he's Dave, Fist of Odin
Who he say? Fist of Odin)
But now for your enjoyment
Let me introduce the crew
We got Renwick the mage
Bust a cap in your ass
And Moth's a fighter/MU/thief
'Cuz he's got mad class
Schmecktor's a barbarian
Who fucks your shit up
And King Tut's just balls-out crazy
Hey yo homies . . . 'sup?
This douchebag on the throne
We've defeated before
Kicked her ass to the curb
Like a fiddy-cent whore
And now he's crawlin' back like he's beggin for more.
Naw, you know what - screw it. The hold person, the bear comes in with the rhymz, and then some clobbering. With the +1 (-1 to his AC) mace.
BR 13. That hits AC 2. If it works, I do (BR 1) 3 points damage, plus his AC goes down. I want to time my swing to land at 'fiddy-cent whore' - I think that's the most dramatic moment in my little performance.
