P.R.E.A.M.

[Porcoa]

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