Madd inebriated Rhymes ARE tha Bomb! (more rhymes in game reports!)


"DJ! Gimme a GNARLY beat........"
<Bump badump bump... bump, -Bump badump bump... bump, -Bump badump bump... bump, -Bump badump bump... bump, >

"Yeah, yeah, 1, 2, 1, 2 tell me whatcha got, 3.4, 3,4 I'll show you what I brought...."


I pass the bomb, like a hot potato
Dropping it on your feet, BAM the Torpedos
DAMN IT! I cant believe you got an interception,
I threw that bomb with every bad intention,

You are not on a bus with Sandra Bullock,
Keanu cant stop Hoppers bomb from an erupt.
Speed it up, Hurry it up, Give it up,
Pick a square for that Bomb to pop its top up.

Whoops, that looked like a Fumble,
Bomb goes off and your legs do crumble
Armour breaks a millisecond before your spine,
It looks like your life is in a decline

Your good luck was now your undoing
No Apoth to save you from own Kablueying,
Change the speed, slow it down a notch
A bomb just went off in your own crotch

Now lets get serious about your funeral
Do you want a cremation or a Burial?
Lets quickly work on your Will and Testament
Truth be told, there is nothing for your illegitimates

And so, right before you die
Life slows down before your own eyes
Nothing left in your head but your regrets
From now on that light in your Nut is kaputz.

Looney Saws are Downright Evil
We needs another Beat Mr DJ
<BaBump Dunt, Dunt, BaBump, Dunt Dunt>
"Yeah, that be the beat, Its almost like a Faint scared Heart beat, Aint that be neat?"

Ranna na, nanna na, na na naaahh
That is the sound, when a chainsaw awn
A looney wields the mechanical moving blade
Kick backs are for losers when luck dont behave
Shame we get a chainsaw for only a drive,
Only one way for him to survive,
Only one to way to to keep him Alive
It is only for the low cost of a 50 K Bribe
Stays on the field, Refs turned a blind eye,
He gets to stay, another drive to play,
Hopefully get to see that chainsaws red spray
Blood all over the pitch,
Can't put that back on with a stitch,
Maybe try some duct tape,
Nope, you need to just accept his fate,

(DJ, give me some Cypress hill beats!)

Weeee, Fanatics are a Goblins Tasmanian Devil,
Whirling their thing-of-a-ma-jigs around in a circle
Clearing a path in random order,
Like a Tornado rolling all over

Watch out Dorothy, you house has gone for a Spin,
Cant keep it on the ground when a fanatic comes in
Off to Oz, its just a concussion
Fanatics really have a tough little weapon!
bustin their opponents with all sorts of ease,
they hurt more than venereal diseases.
Ouch, you just got the crotch Rot,
penicillin is the only thing that can help what youve got!

Wait lets turn this around and get back on Topic,
Easy to stray when you are off like a rocket
My head is spinning just like moving a Fanatic,
Sober on up son, dont make this Dramatic
Centre stage, Actors leave to the to the left,
its okay son, you can take a real big breathe
The Fanatic is gone, because the Drive just ended,
time to play it straight, cause the Ref Banned the secret weapons

Here is the ballad of the Dirty Player
does not need a shower, unless he is failure
Caught by the ref on a double dice roll
couldnt be effective so he had to go
Out for the game, that lazy shit,
didnt injure a player, I have no time for it
He needs to do his job or the LoS he will go
then down to hell, his life ended alone.