'Sup with this
Everything Open Mic shit?
Sit down, I'll tell ya while I take a
hit
From the words on this node, like
lyrical honey
Done for yo' pleasure, ain't done for yo' money
Bitches be crying like they was retarded
Chill out, friends, I'm just getting started
Respect to my nigga,
Razor in
Joey
Where nothin's too flashy, too rich or too showy
Kobolds attackin', roll a
d20
This
critical shit will be comin' up plenty
When I'm bustin' my
clerical skillz to the max
You betta not stand when this nigga
attacks
A beat so unique you could die from the heat
Or sweat from the top of your head to your feet
Or burst out in flame like the sun
supernova
Bustin' your ass
when you think it's over
I'm scoring like
Owen, defenders are freezin'
Like
All Blacks so ill I just don't need a reason
To pound yo' ass broken like
Rodman in season
And move on so swift you be thinking I'm breezin'
Word to my fellow Everything2 noders
Editors, Gods and my homies the coders
Like
gunslingers hopped up on
whiskey and rye
Ready to do, or ready to die
Workin' by day and
nodin' by night
Shootin' out writeups like
Rapper's Delight
Raisin' the bar,
node for the ages
Makin' a book that don't need no pages
Dannye and
Dem Bones and
Sensei's disciples
This is my church and the church is my bible
Quick on the draw
Quick on the deal
Welcome to E2
And that shit is real.