The Conspiracy of Battlefield
Deep in the jungles of Vietnam, a battle-hardened Zecora performed in vigorous battle. As she started reloading her extended clips and moved her shoulder thing that goes up to be over her head she started shooting many times at the other side of the map getting meny headshots. She called for her friend Cloud from Final Fantasy 7 and he shot out of the sky and maximum velocity and words of chest nuts spread throughout the land.
cloud landed near where Zecora was and cloud challenged her to rap battle and zecora began the wrappings
HAVE YOU EVER HAD SEX WITH A PHAROOOHHH I PUT DA PUSSY IN THE SARCOFAGAUS
Cloud was taken back. He couldn't stand anymore. Images of fucking pharaohs went throughout his head and he could not stand. He fell to the ground and went through the map and was never seen again
Suddenly RoN paul emerged into Zecoras meaty asshole. Shit started flocking everywhere and fart noises exploded throughout the entire universe. Ron pill started expanding and so did Zecora. She was like a shit balloon. She ascended into the sky and cheetohs started blasting everywhere, especially from Zecoras birth hole which is his belly button her belly button was split into two belly button so double the cheesy dorito blast.
Some folks are born to wave the flag,
Ooh, they're red, white and blue.
And when the band plays "Hail to the chief",
Ooh, they point the cannon at you, Lord,
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no senator's son, son.
It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one, no,
Yeah!
Some folks are born silver spoon in hand,
Lord, don't they help themselves, oh.
But when the taxman comes to the door,
Lord, the house looks like a rummage sale, yes,
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no millionaire's son, no.
It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one, no.
Some folks inherit star spangled eyes,
Ooh, they send you down to war, Lord,
And when you ask them, "How much should we give?"
Ooh, they only answer More! more! more! yoh,
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no military son, son.
It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one, one.
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one, no no no,
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate son, no no no
