This was an inspiration about another post a week ago made by MoFaux and decided to revamp it to make it about the Classes.
Here is a rap I made:
The Hunters of the best, we are nicknamed Red Death. Only three pulls were needed without a single rest. Crucible isn't that bad, but it became Thorn Central. So listen to my Super Good Advice as it will be essential.
There is not one, not two, but three guys after me.
Not a problem cause Its as easy as it can be, to make them cry in agony.
I'll drop Tripmines, letting them blindly run into me.
So the Found Verdict is that you can't handle my killing spree.
The ragers had enough and let out Invective. They think they will win but they're looking at a linear perspective.
Even if they buffed it, so what? It reloads faster. When I'm done with you, you'll get LockJaw'd and need Shingen C-rap load of plaster.
The bodies are dropping fast, Mark amounts getting fat. Teabagging all of these bodies as my ghost says "Don't do that".
Here is an addition:
There's the good, the bad and then theres Phogoth. He is my homie, not some Templar that you can just push off.
Hes mean, he's green (kinda) he like to shoot a beam
Out of his eyes that makes all the ladies cream.
Agent of the Nine, more like Agent of the sea. His face looks like tentacles that flail and dance at me.
His wares may be good but he sells the same stuff. People are now complaining that Suros needs a buff.
Can't wait to see how this'll turn out.
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Edited by Dovahkrunk: 12/12/2014 3:53:37 PM**Mind of a Lunatic by Geto Boys** https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c08MJSMfcZQ September Ninth, Two Thousand Fourteen Dis damn fool was born, crazy Hunter on da scene I couldn’t be killed Psychotic bloodbaths skraight up bein’ spilled Now I’ve developed a criminal behavior Step to me, and I'll slay ya ASS Beyond recognition, snitch Ya dental records couldn't prove yo identity, bitch Whacked da Heart out in da Black Garden You'll never find tha mutha-effa, so save ya milk cartons Cross tha line, ya ass is MINE I don't gives a damn if ya 9 or 99 Blind, crippled and crazy, won't faze me Yo funky ass will be pushin’ up daisies You wanna know what makes me click? Gjallarhorn at da back of yo head, ya damn hick I ain't got it all, so don't mess wit me Unless ya ass wanna be made history I'll blow ya stupid-ass sparrow up And if ya dumb ass still on it, ya stuck I don't gives a damn who I slay Just don’t let me get da heavy ammo today Cuz when the shit da the fan Our match was way over, before it began The nightmares I’ll leave you wit on da scene Make Freddy bitch-ass look like a wet dream Dis is fact not fictional, son of a bitch I got da mind of a lunatic!