"Requiem for a Pistol"
A "Gamesta" Halo rap by
G's site - www.metroidmetal.com - E's site - www.207pictures.com
What do you get when you take a pissed off writer, a bored to s**t musician, and about 100,000 puerile cheating asswipe f**kmook soulless degenerate four-year olds with an interweb connection and Halo 2? I don't know either. But on an unrelated note we made a rap:
- Requiem for a Pistol - DOWNLOAD -
Due to popular demand by all you deaf mutes, we've included lyrics for your enjoyment. So by all means, enjoy:
Requiem for a Pistol
Rollin' through the Gulch with my pistol on my side
G's strapped with shotguns ready to die
And T's set up on the hill
He's got a rifle in his hands
And his skills are ill
And here comes Evan with the flag
Lay down some cover fire and
F**k, he got fragged
get ready for the end
back in the day when we would hang em high
bomb in the hog, let's all rush the base
these guys aren't lagged
have gotten in the f**kin' car
the hell did everybody just drop?
*Bomb armed... Bomb planted... Round Over...*
"What? How the hell?"
Online punk: "It's not cheating"
G: "The hell it's not, the bomb just appeared in the base and armed"
Online punk: "It's not cheating. All you have to do is have everyone on your team stand in a semi-trapezoid around the warthog and hold down on the D-pad while drinking a Fresca and singing the French national anthem in Florentine. That puts a blue dot above the head of the player with the fewest vowels in their name. You then shoot the constellation that corresponds that that persons zodiac sign into the dot, and everyone spins three and a half times around, and the blue dot guy is invisible and invulnerable. As long as you continue to chant the Fader Ure while you move, you can walk right into the base and the bomb is armed. Anyone can do it!"
G: "Anyone can buy a modem with a standby button on it, too. It's still cheating."
Online punk: "Fag."
G: "Do they even make Fresca anymore?"
Online punk: "You would know better than me, only fagots drink Fresca."
G: "But you just said..."
Online punk: "F**k you Fag."
this online s**t worked down to a T
the generation that I constantly defend?
And I beheld
a pale horse
G: "Is it really that bad?"
it's so much worse, but, do you have any idea how hard it is to rhyme,
G: "... How 'bout, I just dropped my dog off at the kennel.
E: "Shut up"
G: "Would you like to try the fennel?"
E: "That's enough"
G: "Wanna play some Perfect Dark?"
E: "Yes I do. But first..."