ERBOH: Scout VS. Heavy Weapons Guy REVISITEDEPIC RAP BATTLES OF HISTORY!
Scout! VERSUS! Heavy Weapons Guy!
Yo what's up, I'm cut above, dumpin' lead up in this chump
Outflank and circle strafe with my speed and double jump
Cappin' flags all day, flit around like a dove
Then I whip out my Bat and pretty your mug the fuck up!
Come from land, come from air, come from fuckin' everywhere
200 dollar bullets ain't so hot if I ain't even there
So what I've got low health, I'm never in your crosshair
Weapons heckle for days on this fat Russian bear!
You are so small, is funny to me!
That such a trash-talking twig steps in ring with thee
For you see you go up against Ph.D.
I dump your ass just like Miss Pauling
I inflict massive pain on all enemies here
Don't even need my gun when I can punch you in rear
Little boy get off battlefield, go back to school career!
What's that Sandvich? Kill them all? Good idea!
I. Eat. Your. SANDWICHES! *takes Heavy's Sandvich*
Why's your gun named Sascha, can't get any bitches?
Wanderer's Lullaby part 3 (Spy/Heavy Fanfic)BEEP BEEP--
The alarm clock screamed at me, making me shift grudgingly to my side, flipping the OFF switch before rising once again from my bed. For such an eventful night, i had slept very well, feeling much more better today than yesterday.
I slipped on some clothes and off i went, going to visit the sleeping Spy.
“Did you sleep well?”
I asked the bundle in the corner, but didn’t seem to get much of a response.
I unlocked the doors and once again stepped inside, hunkering down and pulling the cloth from him. What i had seen made my blood run cold, my hands shaking as i reached for the small man. He was a ghostly white, hands brought up over his nose, breathing into them and shivering, sweat beading down his forehead. It didn’t take a genius to know that he was ill. I could feel that fear, that anxiety building itself up as i grabbed the frail man into my arms, resting him in my lap. It didn’t matter anymore what team they worked on, or