Glossary: scilla = shrimp (latin); scillaren = a medicine (not mocking the diseased); hoarse is not a typo;
I quoted Sciller’s lines I mention to a thread in The Tavern. They’re in order of showing up in lyrics except for the first one which is obligatory! 0_0 Chorus is directed to all competitors.
The King Is Back
This day is going down in Armor Games history,
sciller versus PLGuy in the War for Territory.
History likes to repeat but David beat Goliath only in a story,
mine is all the glory, you won’t feel the Taste of Victory.
Embarrassment instead, Santa Claws so close,
like for breaking forum laws you’re gettin’ busted.
King was frozen in time for too long as says song
but talents like good engines never get rusted.
In seven months all quests smashed, I’m Unstoppable,
when I was climbing to the top you were still a Constable.
Never gave up while making a nice guide full of advice
how to follow my path when you were hiding like mice.
Game is on again and this time leave fool’s paradise,
you won’t Staunch if I slice you twice with ultrasound waves.
It’s flee or get killed by my voice, there’s no choice, I’m pitchin’ in,
if it comes to roasting I’m Gordon Ramsay in Hell’s Kitchen.
Smiling widely you entered the House of the real Predator,
a bad decision you’re gonna be disstroyed by a die-hard competitor.
But no merit for that, just a new badge, Roaster Roasted for you,
take a good look, dude, you’re in my cookery book.
As befits The Perfect Hunter to maintain the trophy revenue,
shootin’ Railgun and you’re a new position in my menu.
Calm down now ‘n be proud, why are you so pale?
today you’re the main dish of the royal regale.
Kicking off the party serving grilled scilla in dough,
backtrack, peeps, read first letters in every other row.
THE KING IS BACK and there can be no mistaking,
Hat Trick’s for my taking, for you no happy ending.
Come to my court subject, why don’t you be my guest?
In counts we’re teammates, here you’re just another quest.
Number fourty five, call other fourty four for the dissin’
Are you guys Stormtroopers? Too bad clones are always missin’
Armatars you made should hang in the Hall of Shame,
they’re so lame, the same applies to your nickname.
Seriously, did you devise it while playing Scrabble?
Alright, let’s get into your obsessive posting babble.
Honestly with your words you roast yourself,
no wonder they appointed you as a Wooden Serf.
Telling peaceful guys to stop posting on Forum Games,
self-proclaimed dictator not fitting into his own frames.
Please stop asking people if their beds are self-shaking,
just remember, Scitler, to turn off waterbed massaging.
Once you asked Ramit to put a candle in your mouth,
I’m throwing there a grenade for deriding ones without house.
The killer quote of your worst sins is yet to be uncovered,
Killing unborn children?! I hope all who read recovered.
Gummy bear, don’t blame mistakes on your insane inner voices,
I punish you Burrito Bison style for your very own choices.
The worst thing is I’m saying all this in vain,
on page three of quests you left your dull brain. The pain!
I let you fall asleep now just to deepen your doom,
by crushing all your dreams inside the Everloom.
It’s a total dissaster, mouse falling into its own sadistic trap,
don’t tell me to stop, I don’t give a single Frappé.
Your posts instilled in me feelings I never thought I could have,
I burn them with lava flow, they’re impossible to mend.
THE KING IS BACK and there can be no mistaking(…)
Beasts released, drop these last bits on top of bomb beats,
on the mass bass subwoofer with housing made of steel.
Enterin’ Dangerzone Highway, don’t bury head in the grass,
MC PL presents to you takeaway coup de grâce.
Ten spins a second, I’m the King of this Treadmill,
you lose too much calories, without skill you disappear.
My bars so deep cause I smelter them in the core of the earth,
the Smith that forges lyrics, my wordcraft’s showing all my worth.
My rhymes are hard-core, I breed dragons from them,
wise owl will always find as perfect rhyme as gem.
You dropped your pumpkin head, do I need to call a nurse?
you have to pop some scillaren to finish a crappy verse.
Quack with that Donald Duck beak squeaky Mickey Mouse rhymes,
my stuff’s sick, your screak’s bleak, it’s a sneak peek of the paradigm.
Trampled under my vocal hoarse, thought jousting couldn’t get any worse?
I’m Feeling Stronger every minute, breaking the laws of the universe!
But let’s finish match Jack the Ripper versus Jack the Rapper before I get a ban,
I iconized your armatar with razor-sharp words by making you a Headless Man.
That’s enough, you whine, so I’m sending drones to teleport you away,
just remember to take your satellites and never again get in my way.
By the way, what kind of a Templar signs a pact with the devil?
Well, no matter anyway. For you This is the Only Level.
Psst! @sciller45, I like your armatars :-P