In the worst days of the worst times along came Murmillus Prime
he thought he was special but truth be told, never was there a statement more ridiculous and bold
because unlike other people
you're not like other people
you're a sheep wishing it was a lion, blame your mom bitch was obv lying
"son you can be anything"
words that you swallowed, just like your mother did
every night, for not more than a quid
just like your mom you need to get real
you aint a big fish in a little pond
you a big shit on the lawn
preach, nigga
PFFFFFFFFFFFFFF NUL POINT!
In times of cRPG, times of rage for some and glee for others,
Some fought as bitter rivals and some as bound brothers,
Then came a fair headed man sporting fake tan,
His name was Bjord who was decent until floored,
A gentleman sometimes but a cunt for the rest,
He'd fight and fight until he got bested,
Then he'd snap back like a bitch his defeat barely digested,
Bitter with resentment his failure laid bare,
Open for all to see and laugh at but really not care,
But poor ol Bjord took it to heart in the end,
Decided to rap for Sweden with his heart bleedin.
