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I grew up on the Steam side, the Greater Faydark side
Slayin’ Kobolds was no jive Had caster hands, moms evac’d on old man So then we moved to Antonica land A young Gnome, yo rockin' the brown loam, black tome Only way I begin to G' off was SolA chrome And let's start it like this son, rollin with this Gnome And that Gnome, castin’ our charms on rogues But it was just a dream for a level fifteen, who was a fiend Started beggin’ for C’s even after sixteen And ditchin’ groups with gates, and runnin’ trains for high stakes Making my way on badly timed gates No question I would speed, for crack and breeze The combination made my fingers bleed No question I would doze off, and forget to get the mez off and stickin' up noobies in the commonlands My experience got no better, same damn loam sweater Times is rough and tough like leather Figured out I went the wrong route So I got with a sick tight guild and went all out Catchin' dragon loots from across seas Rollin without givin' my groups breeze , every week I made twenty PP's Yo brothas respect mine, or anger the enchanta kind Ch-POW! I gots ta gate now
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