HH40k

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Hip Hop 40k was written by generic writefag. Still, its quite win.

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"Yo, man... You see this shit?"

"Fuckin' Imperium, dog."

"WHAT THE FUCKING HELL?!"

"We can't let this shit go.."

"C-C-C-YEAH."

"Hit dat shit.."

"Hyess, mahstohrss."

<Chorus>

• You think you roll, boy, you don't know shit.
• Imperial mothafucka's don't realize it.
• Space marine mothafucka's can't you see?
• Cause we the future of Humanity.
• Holdin' down the Immaterium,
• sendin' our beats down the etherium.
• Yo' weak-ass corpse god can't stop us,
• cause...

• "Hwee cap-toored eet fohr kay-ohss!!"

• Yo, bitch I'm the Blood God, they call me Khorne.
• Say "Like the veggie?" Your balls'll get torn.
• Skulls, brass, rivers of blood are my thing,
• me an' my homies wear that shit like bling.(Now watch him sing!)
• My boys are nuts, but don't let 'em get close,
• or they'll rip you apart from your head to your toes, friends or foes.
• Up close, the Bloodthirster reigns,
• chops you to bits and laughs at your pain.
• And if nobody's around, we kill each other for fun.
• Blood for the Blood God, don't care whence it comes...

• Creep with me.
• As we travel down the strands of fate.
• With the Changer of Ways
• in the shadow of the valley of hate.
• I am the one with the key,
• the one you see
• when you want to know the paths of destiny.
• I am the Lord of magic,
• I make witches and warlocks
• and once in a while a spawn, it's tragic.
• But also real funny,
• cause he could see the future but I bet he didn't see that coming.
• I'm dead cunning
• you up against me you better start running.

• -You think you roll, boy, you don't know shit.
• Imperial mothafucka's don't realize it.
• Space marine mothafucka's can't you see?
• Cause we the future of Humanity.
• Holdin' down the Immaterium,
• sendin' our beats down the etherium.
• Yo' weak-ass corpse god can't stop us,
• cause...

• "Hwee cap-toored eet fohr kay-ohss!!"-

• It's Big Daddy Nurgle so throw ya hands up.
• Before I make you throw somethin' else up.
• (He smells like shit!) Shut your mouth, punk.
• Don't be jealousI got both types of funk.
• Yea I smell bad and sure I ain't clever,
• but Big Daddy Nurgle's boys all live forever.
• That's right, I stop death, you fear it, you see me.
• Fuck Davy Jones, he wishes that he WAS me.
• All things decay, I'm not gonna lie,
• and no matter what happens you rot when you die.
• But decay never dies, it finishes and leaves.
• But be decay, carry it with you you'll understand me.
• Your body may rot, and you'll spread decay,
• but to live without death it's a small price to pay.
• Join the legion of rot, and last through the years.
• All Big Daddy Nurgle's kids live with no fears.

• WHAT?
• WHAT?
• WHAT?
• LET'S GO!
• Doomrider screamin, I'm lettin' him free.
• Packin pills, pot, crack and LSD.
• "C-C-C-COCAINE!"
• And anything else.
• I'm the prince of excess, I take pleasure in pain!
• Any sensation, whether it's pleasure or not,
• as long as it's intense, man, I'll make it hot.
• Party with Slaanesh, only the acid drops
• we on tops,
• the show stops,
• with daemonettes with no tops.
• "YEAHH!!"

• -You think you roll, boy, you don't know shit.
• Imperial mothafucka's don't realize it.
• Space marine mothafucka's can't you see?
• Cause we the future of Humanity.
• Holdin' down the Immaterium,
• sendin' our beats down the etherium.
• Yo' weak-ass corpse god can't stop us,
• cause...

• "Hwee cap-toored eet fohr kay-ohss!!"-

• -You think you roll, boy, you don't know shit. "WHAT?"
• Imperial mothafucka's don't realize it. "WHAT"
• Space marine mothafucka's can't you see? "WHAT?"
• Cause we the future of Humanity. "YEAH!"
• Holdin' down the Immaterium, "WHAT?"
• sendin' our beats down the etherium. "WHAT?
• Yo' weak-ass corpse god can't stop us, "YEAH!"
• cause...

• "Hwee cap-toored eet fohr kay-ohss!!"-

...

"C-C-C-COCAINE!!!"

"Don't you ever say anything else?"

"YEAH!"

"Like what?"

"WHAT?!"

"I said 'Like what?'"

"WHAT?!"

"SLAANESH SHUT THAT LITTLE CRACKMONKEY THE FUCK UP."

"WHAT?!"

"I SAID SHUT UP, DICKWEASIL."

"...OKAAAY!"

"God dammit."

"Hee hee."

"Shut up, Slaanesh."

"...Hold up... Is that thing still on?"

"Hyesss, mahstohr."

".. God dammit."

...

...

"...Just as planned."