I'm dreaming of a high postcount
Just like Rye and Yamaneko
I'm dreaming of a high postcount
Just like Rye and Yamaneko
there was a picture here
Down in the porn forum all the staff were making plans
On how to stop 'Loki spamming, and give out random bans
When Roto busted in, nearly scared 'em half to death
Had a rifle in his hands and cheap whiskey on his breath
From his beard to his boots he was covered with ammo
Like a big fat drunk disgruntled Yuletide Rambo
And he smiled as he said with a twinkle in his eye
"Merry RSL day to all - now you're all gonna die!"
The night Roto went crazy
The night This Guy went insane
Realized he'd been getting the RAW deal
Somethin' finally must've snapped in his brain
Well, the feedback is gone now, he decided to hack it
Everywhere you'll find complaints, from DD to Rocket
And he tied up the site staff, and he held the mods hostage
And he ground up Del Murder into enforced sausage
He got Rubah and ShlupQuack, with an old German Luger
And he slashed up Mullet just like Freddy Krueger
And he picked up a flamethrower and he barbecued GoBo
And he took a big bite and said "It tastes just like chicken!"
The night Roto went crazy
The night 'to 13 went nuts
Now, ya can't hardly walk around the Gen Chat
Without steppin' in newbie guts
There's the National Guard and the FBI
There's a van from the Eyewitness News
In a helicopter circlin' 'round in the sky
And the bullets are flying the body count's rising
And everyone’s dying to know -"Oh Roto, why?"
My, my, my, my, my, my - you used to be such a bearded guy.
Yes GHF, now Rotos doing time
In an inferior board for his infamous crime
Hey little friend now, don't you cry no more tears
He'll be unbanned for good behaviour in seven hundred more years.
But now BoB is in therapy and Leeza's still nervous
And the mods all got jobs working for the postal service
And they say Roto's husband's on the phone every night
With a lawyer negotiating the movie rights.
The night Roto went crazy
The night The Guy Are got Sick
Got banned for calling out stupidity
Sounds to me like he was tired of getting gypped
Wo, The night Roto went crazy
The night This Guy went insane
Realized he'd been gettin' the RAW deal
Somethin' finally must've snapped in his brain
Wo, Somethin' finally must've snapped in his brain
Tell ya, somethin' finally must've snapped in his brain.
The messenger is standing at the gate
Ready to let go
Ready for the crush
Too late for whispers
Too late for the blush
The past is mercy
When the future is aglow
You could have done more to it BH, but it's a nice touch either way. I approve.
Do a parody of 'Christmas at Ground Zero', and you'll have won my heart (no homo).![]()
I sat here for several minutes but I am just not creative enough for this thread. *pouts*
I have no parody lyrics, but I have a MIDI file that I made of a song that my choir class did for our Christmas show last year. We sounded like crap, so I copied the sheet music into Guitar Pro to demonstrate what it should sound like.
...No, I don't have a life. And yes, I'm pretty sure there's a minor mistake in there (which I can't fix because I lost the GP file).
the only thing i could think of was ..
~we wish you a merry Manus~
~we wish you a merry Manus~
~we wish you a merry Manus~
~and a happy new MILF~
~Spam threads we bring, to Rubah, Cid (teh king)~
~we wish you a merry Manus~
~and a happy new MILF~
~We want Skt in chocy Pudding~
~We want Skt in chocy Pudding~
~We want Skt in chocy Pudding~
~Who stole my beer?~
~Blue harvest you git~
~you may clean off Skt~
~we wish you a merry Manus~
~and a happy new MILF~
.........*cougth*
I'm not creative enough for that. Instead, here's a rendition of South Park's Christmas Time In Hell:
Christmasify your avatar
Be careful you don't crash your car
Everybody's feeling fine
It's Eyeson christmas time!
Trolls are nicer as you argue with them
The boys are starting to act like men
Everyone's in bed on time
It's Eyes on christmas time!
There goes old Pureghetto
Raping a newbie
After that he won't call back
"WHY DON'T YOU LOVE ME!?"
Hey look there's Lekana
Showing off her chest
She's got quite a following
Everyone loves her breast
Everybody is christmassy
Except Joy and Sheep, they're just tipsy
This is just a filler rhyme
It's Eyeson christmas time!
Psy is face down on the floor
Idiot called BoB a whore
Everybody laughed when he fell
There's a-ringing christmas bell!
Rubah's stuffed with christmas cake
Aerith's Knight stood on a rake
Artie-Harle's fro looks fine
It's Eyeson christmas time!
There's voting for the Ciddies
Award Girl looks sexy
Harvey proposed to her again
She kicked him in the knee
For one day all the fighting stops
And several pointless threads are spammed
But the mods cba to do their jobs
So Baloki goes unbanned
So, drink lots of beer and hit on the girls
We'll drink too much and then we'll hurl
Hey look, another filler rhyme!
It's Eyeson christmas time!
Look at all the christmas sigs
We ate too much, we're big fat pigs
This is the final filler rhyme
It's Christmas time..
Christmas time..
It's Eyeson christmas time!
The messenger is standing at the gate
Ready to let go
Ready for the crush
Too late for whispers
Too late for the blush
The past is mercy
When the future is aglow