YASHA: Beauregard Blowhard, versus the Hurricane Empress Rapping up a storm! I'm the Voice of the Tempest Straight outta Xhorhas! Here to vanquish your vanity (You talk) Straight out your ass! Wound Ioun like the Calamity I'm the bestial celestial! Thunder claps for every flex
BEAU: If we bang it'd be divine intercourse. YASHA: What? BEAU: What?
YASHA: Berate, interrogate, this monk's a master of deflection Take a look in a mirror! Insight check your reflection Dropped wine for crime, I'll aerate this tycoon Go Gale-force and GaG yOu WiTh YoUr SiLvEr SpOoN You play slick, but your words are like your back-alley turds Ask the Professor, you're used to getting ditched by birds You flirt with a Flurry, you're blunt and you boast You only get the message when you're stealing people's post
BEAU: This Angel of Death killed my mood! How savage So edgy that her hugs are doing Piercing damage You're stiff like pocket jerky, Divine Fury can't hurt me With clipped wings you're just a temper tantrum turkey I flow like a butterfly, sting like an MC You're bloated, Thunder Thighs, and Resistant to this beat Drop firecracker burns. No Evasion? Take cover ‘Bout to blow up on you like FLU-FER-NUTTER
Hit from out-of-the-Blue, this anarchist disarms with smarm Rupture kidneys of corruption for the right to bare my arms Backstory's backed up? I'll start a Movement if I've gotta Pop-Pop your truth treats like an Avantica Pinata Talk SMACK! Punch SMACK! Bonus action WHACK AND THWACK You're less a bag of holding… more like a sack of crap (SNAP) Throw shade and stay back? I deflect the attack Catch your flak, spend a ki point and throw it right back When I get too thirsty I got Keg on tap KEG: Uh… Keg's aroused.
YASHA: Hit me with a truth punch! Every verse stays the same Since I held you at the circus, I have carried this campaign Beau's ass is as thin as her Bo staff, she's Beau'ned I'm Radiant Swole! More gun control than Whitestone
BEAU: Wait, you're still here? Is that a diss I'm hearing? We call you Blink Dog ‘cause this bitch keeps disappearing WHERE DO YOU GO, YASHA? Blue skies when you're not there A feathered hulk sulking like a goth owlbear
YASHA: I'll crush this secret agent tearing down the old guard Where's your license to kill? This is a library card There's a snitch in the Nein, so my next attack's Reckless Nott and I both eat rats for breakfast
BEAU: I stand Sentinel, hit genitals with Stunning Strike power Call a Cleric if you're stiff for more than four hours (NICE) Steal your thunder like Lorenzo's highway robbery Your time as a bodyguard was a Molly-mockery
YASHA: Open my wife's book, press this pansy on a page ‘Cause I…Would. LIKE. TO. R- BEAU: DROP THE DEUCE!
CADUCEUS: Feymild, BFG of D&D Only honeys I need are my happy little bees Packing heat? Just my kettle. Drop it like it's Heat Metal There's nothing you can heckle, heck, I talk to stinging nettles You're both killing it. I'm here to Spare the Dying Time to stir sugared words to sweeten the rhyming Saddle up, Yasha makes life a trip (Y: Not really) And Beau's First Mate (B: Yes!) aboard the Friend Ship (B: Lame)
BEAU: I guess… I like your eyes? (C: There, that's nice) YASHA: I respect how you… brawl. (C: Ah, don't we all?) YASHA: Let us bury this fate (C: Where's the biscuit plate…?) BEAU: Nothing like Tealeaf of Molly to celebrate! CAD: Oh dear. BEAU: What?!
YASHA: (SCREAMS) Why damage the damaged? I'll Healing Hands that apathy When I choke the gloat from the throat of this malady Caused Daddy agony, born with no weapon equipped, You compensate with your stick and ACT like a huge dick Even your trauma's weak. Wrap you in Shroud so frightening Always chasing storms just to feel something from lightning Let's meet your parents. Courting danger ends in tragedy Bring Orphan Maker home, I'll cut ties with your family
BEAU: Every line's a Death Sentence, test your Constitution Will you fight to the end or flee another Execution? Knowing's half the battle, G.I. Beau knows you're Cursed Ditch your raps like your wife, leave them buried in the Earth And if you Rage Beyond Death like a Revenant on ‘roids I can Clothesline your ghost with Ki-empowered deltoids (BRO) But I'll spare my Killing Beau, so if we find Zuala's wraith You can't touch your wife again. I can slap her in the faceTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
