I had to save the best song for my own guild.
What what? What? What? What? What?
What? What? What? What what?
~Dope beat in the background~
I'm gonna kill some Alliance, only got twenty arrows in my quiver.
I-I'm hunting, looking for a Worgen, this is fricking awesome.
Walk up into the war like, "What up, I got a big army."
Nah I'm just pumped, got some rift from the barrel bottom.
Fire on the head, so damn toasty.
The people like, "Damn, that's a flaming Elf."
Rolling in hella deep, heading to the Isle of Thunder.
Dressed in all red, except my bow that's gold.
Draped in some battle gear, soldiers standing next to me.
Probably should of washed this, smells like Garrosh's sheets.
But Hell, it was ninety-nine enemies!
Frick it, copin' it, washin' it,
Bout to go and get some reinforcements,
Passin' up on those soldiers someone else has been fighting with.
But me and Lor'themar likin' it, I am stunting and flossing it.
I am saving my kingdom in the war, and that's a bargain yo!
I'ma take your leader's head, I'ma take your leader's head.
No, for real though. Ask Berenal, can I have his head and crown?
Armored suit, and some house greaves.
Dingy brown leather cap that I found, dig it!
They had a broke crossbow, I bought a broken crossbow.
I bought a slaughtering blanket, then I bought a slay-board.
Hello, hello. My ace mark, my fellow.
Halduron ain't got nothing on my archery game, Hell no.
I can take some dragon's wing, make them cool, sell those.
They had to be like, "Ah, he got the black flight."
...what did I just read.