The ThinkTanks Rap!

#1 May I have your attention please?
May I have your attention please?
Will the real Think Tankers please stand up?
I repeat, will the real Think Tankers please stand up?
We're gonna have a problem here..

Y'all act like you never seen a light tank before
Jaws all on the floor like Tank Girl, and Tally just burst in the door
and started whoopin her ass worse than before
they first were divorce, throwin her over boulders (Ahh!)
It's the return of the... "Ah, wait, no way, you're kidding,
he didn't just say what I think he did, did he?"
And Foul Play said... nothing you idiots!
Foul Play's dead, he's locked in my basement! (Ha-ha!)
Scrum players love Forty
"Forty Four, I'm sick of him
Look at him, drivin around shootin his you-know-what
scorin' on the you-know-who," "Yeah, but he's so cute though!"
Yeah, I probably got a couple of screws up in my tank loose
But no worse, than what's goin on in your parents' bedrooms
Sometimes, I wanna get on a server and just let loose, but can't
but it's cool for themike to hump a dead moose
"My bumper is on your cannon, my bumper is on your cannon"
And if I'm lucky, you might just give it a little kiss
And that's the message that we deliver to little demos
And expect them not to know what Tank Girl's clitoris is
Of course they gonna know what intercourse is
By the time they hit fourth grade
They got forum passwords don't they?
"We ain't nothing but mammals.." Well, some of us snipers
who cut other people open like cantaloupes {*SLURP*}
But if we can hump dead animals and demos
then there's no reason that a man and another man can't elope
{*EWWW!*} But if you feel like I feel, I got the antidote
Tank Girl wave your pantyhose, sing the chorus and it goes

I'm Forty Four, yes I'm the real Forty
All you other Forty Fours are just imitating
So won't the real Forty Four please stand up,
please stand up, please stand up?

#2 Veeeeeeery amusing :)



very scary too :)

#3 Lol. nice.

#4 Step within my psychoanalysis
callouses upon my mind makes me strain for my lines
out i ripped it
squeezed the brain it made some liquid
drained it in a cup and then i sipped it
KillMachine!!!the mic, LET ME CLUTCH IT
thoughts take flight so fit the Slug in your pipe and take a puff kid

I heat it like a tea pot - steam hot
upon the roof, shoot a marble with the verbal slingshot...
take aim, here I came, Im the same back in august
I'da tag my name upon your window pane
stained the mind, a deep shade of residue
voices within the head make choices multiple
multiply spawn, Roach a little buzzed
and KillMachine the scuds, cuz here come the judge blasted;
so pass the kid a mic so we can paint this
image of the gifted anxious, to flip the language....
it's the tank meltdown from the outer-shell
now smell the burning flesh fresh from the hell-bound
and come on down here, this mind path, I'm half-
mathematic Killmatic staff with the rhyme craft
comin to capture, your after-laughter
while you're hangin from that rafter, I have to rip this rapture
cuz the cramps in my stomach, dismantle
when I tamper wit your score-less try, you damn-you die...

Why try?.....
The sky presents an eternally unfolding spectacle....
One moment puffs of cumulous clouds get across it
and next a billowing thunderhead
perhaps 10 miles high looms over the horizon
probing the structure of the sky.......
Why try?

Cause I can read a tank from front to back
from the cover to the classified , I've pacified
my thrill with my kill skills, I climb hills
and leap, foolish twitch with a single bound
sending tingles down your spine, designed to swing a pound
this ax-handle-tripled inch-spike-protruding
from the tip of my barrel distrubuting damn headshots
shots to your head, now your're knee-deep, you need sleep
as you trutch thru the sludge and the bugs and the bird shet

we swarm with the bees and diseases
and even if your modder was Jesus, you could never mess with these kids
I've swarmed with the bees and diseases
and even if your modder was Jesus, you could never mess with these kids

so you bests be on your way before there's trouble...


(heh..... my state of mind is questionable....)

-Roach (SA)
a.k.a.
KillMachine.....

#5 Brilliant 44. Wait...

#6 Choices always were a problem for you.
What you need is someone strong to guide you.
Deaf and blind and dumb and born to follow,
what you need is someone strong to use you...
like me,
like me.

If you want to get your soul to heaven,
trust in me.
Don't judge or question.
You are broken now,
but faith can heal you.
Just do everything I tell you to do.
Deaf and blind and dumb and born to follow.
Let me lay my holy hand upon you.

My God's will
becomes me.
When he speaks out,
he speaks through me.
He has needs
like I do.
We both want
to rape you.

Jesus Christ, why don't you come save my life.
Open my eyes and blind me with your light
and your lies.

#7 I'm to white to rap, but i like the songs(very original). although I'm not sure what your Rap has to to do with TT Ween, or what your even talking about. sounds christian at first but then i get all confused towards the end

baklava

#8 Yo Roach!!! Now bring it down!!!

#9 [Verse 2]

Jangles don't gotta cuss in his games to dis demos;
Well I do, so fuck him and fuck you too!
You think I give a damn about an Elite Scrummy?
Half of you critics can't even stomach me, let alone stand me
But Forty, what if you win, wouldn't it be weird?
Why? so you guys could just lie to get me here?
So you can, sit me here next to Tank Girl?
Shit, Dark Angel better switch me chairs
So I can sit next to Ben and Jinx
And hear 'em argue over who she gave head to first
You little bitch, put me on blast on Novice Server
"Yeah, he's cute, but I think he's married to Tank Girl, hee-hee!
I should upload her audio on mp3
And show the whole forum how you gave Forty vd {*ahhh!*}
I'm sick of you little demo groups, all you do is annoy me
So I have been sent here to destroy you {*bzzzt*}
And there's a million of us just like me
Who cuss like me; who just don't give a fuck like me
Who drive like me; shoot, bounce and score like me
And just might be the next best thing but not quite me!

I'm Forty Four, yes I'm the real Forty
All you other Forty Fours are just imitating
So won't the real Forty Four please stand up,
please stand up, please stand up?


I'm like a head trip to play against, cause I'm only givin you
Things you joke about with your friends inside your computer room
The only difference is I got the balls to do it
In front of y'all and I don't gotta be false or sugarcoated at all
I just get on the server and play it
And whether you like to admit it {*err*} I just score it
Better than ninety percent of you scrummers out can
Then you wonder how can demos tie up these servers like spam
It's funny; cause at the rate I'm goin when I'm seventy
I'll be the only person in the nursin home playing
Bangin resident's wheel chairs while I'm shootin em with BBs
And I'm scorin but this new laptop isn't working
And every single person is a Forty Four lurkin
He could be workin at CompUSA, spittin on your circuit
{*hach*} or in the parkin lot, circling
Screaming I don't give a fuck!
With his cannon down and his health up
So, will the real forty please stand up?
And put one of those treads on each side up?
And be proud to be outta your mind and outta control
And one more time, loud as you can, how does it go?

I'm Forty Four, yes I'm the real Forty
All you other Forty Fours are just imitating
So won't the real Forty Four please stand up,
please stand up, please stand up?


Ha ha
Guess there's a Forty Four in all of us
Fuck it, let's all stand up

#10 Ok, ill take a go at it.

TT is cool...
uh... take you to school
swimmin in a pool
use ya like a tool
you stupid fool
youre a fat mule
youll think im a jewl
when we duel.


yeah!!!
cant mess wit dat!!!
whitey just stuck back!!!
maybe i shouldn't post this.
( understand this is a joke. dont take it seriously)

#11 :My Scapegoat:

It's the demos, the bots, the overloads in servers
It's my tank, it needs to be cleaned, it's thee oversee'ers
It's the fast talk they use to abuse and feed my brain
It's the ammo it needs to be changed, it's the pain
It's speed, it's the plight for power it's government
The way your giving knowledge slow without controlling subtle hints
It's rubbing it, It's itching it, It's applying cream
It's the foreigners sight seeing with high beams, It's in my dreams
It's the monsters that I conjure, It's the enemy
It's emberassment, displacement, It's where I wander
It's my genre, It's small clipped videos
It's game shows,cheap liquor,blunts, and bumper stickers with rainbows
It's angels, demons, gods, it's the white devils
It's the monitors, the creators, it's the mothaf**king frantic levels
It's gas fumes, fast food, Tommy Hil, the date rap pill (?)
the battlemode clubs, designing maps and "rhyming thugs"
It's bloods and crips, five and six,
It's stick up kids, It's christian conservative terrorists, it's tank flicks
It's the east coast, no it's the west coast
It's public schools, it's asbestos
It's mentholated, It's techno
It's sleep, life, and death
It's speed, coke, and meth
It's hay fever, pain relievers, oral sex, and smokers breath
It stretches for as far as the eye can see
It's ThinkTanks, f**k it , it's everything but me
On and on and on and on
The list goes on and on and on and on
It's in the air, in the water, it's in the meat
It's indirect, indiscrete, inconsistent, and incomplete
It's on the street, every city and everywhere you go
In every man it's the insanity, the fantasy, the casualties
It's the health system, it's KillMachine's victims
It's assault weapons, it's all of religion, and it's false lessons
It's cops, pigs with badges guns and sticks
It's harassment and a complex you carry when you're running shit
It's wondering if you get to eat
It's the winter , the weather
It's herpes, and it's forever
It's the virus that takes the lives of the weak and the strong
It's the drama that keeps on between me and my tanks mom
It's that need to speek long, It's my hunger for attention
It's the wack , who attack "songs of redemption"
It's prevention, It's the first solution
It's loosing the retribution(?), it's mental pollution, and public
execution
It's the bolts that keep my brain and jar to this tank
It's the part time server that governs what amount you can play
It's the fear, It's the fake
It's clear it can make time stop and leave you stranded in the year of
the
snake
It's the dollar, yen, pound, it's all denomination

It's hourly wages for your professional observations
It's on your face and it's in your eyes
It's everything you be
But it ain't me motha f**ka, it ain't me
On and on and on and on
the list goes on and on and on and on

its the smart illmannered kids that play for a minute
Its the follower that gets mine right before i can kill it...

its MY scapegoat...


-ROACH

thats basically it

#12 Man, i know this is old, but hey this is so funny 44 the ledgend. A bit of light humor hurt no one. I was serching for a way to speed up my car but this has really made my day.

#13 Whatcha gonna do with all that scrum? all that scrum? inside yo gun?
im gongongonna shoot you punk, get you punk away from my scrum, my scrum my scrum my scrum, my scrum my scrum my scrum my scrum my scrum, my lovely ball of scrum (check it out)

that was wierd