hey guys. I was laying in bed and thought of it.
I was sitting on the couch playing Halo 3
And I finally got my very first spree.
I've been playing since the days of Halo one
And pwning guys with rockets is so fun.
Once a guy tried to teach me how to "BXR".
I replied, "Is that a type of car?"
"Hey dude, what are you? a type of noob that sits all day in front of the tube?"
I told him, "Don't pick on me. Press "X" post-game to join my party.
It came the time when the match was done.
Due to the lag, the trash talk had begun.
One guy asked, "Where were you son when they planted the bomb?"
Another one answered, "I was doing your mom."
What happened after that is a mystery.
Prior to that my dog was running to me.
And what pisses me off to the day
Was that the 360 power-cord was in his way.
I wasn't fast like a Ghost or the Chief.
And I could see there was no relief.
Ever since my console fell,
life a I knew was a living hell.
Sad to say but this rhyme is done.
Go back to your game and son grab the gun.
Its what I came up with in about 25 minutes while laying in bed last night and its my first one I have ever made so there is a little room for improvement.
Whatcha think about it?
