I WoW all day not just sometimes
Who’s this lv. 30 punk tryin’ to throw down rhymes?
You ain’t 1337 your best item is green
I’ve disenchanted more epics then you’ve even seen
You can call me a loser, you can call me a geek
my repair bill costs more then you make in a week
The Auction house; it’s where I get paid
too busy pwnin’ newbs for me get laid
My rhymes are the fire, created from sparks
When you look at my level you see question marks
You thought I was done but it ain’t the finale
Bubble and Hearth? I say “fuck that pally!”
Mages make sheep, they make a whole flock
But I guess they’re not the ones who use frost shock
That’s a mistake that I had to fix
(Shit I only played a mage up to level 6)
I’m Undead - say your goodbyes
One-shot mother fucker then cannibalize
I got a hamster - I named my hamster Thrall
My hampster’s like an Orc who’s furry and small

My Name’s Mannimarco and I fight for the Horde
If you try to sell me gold then you’ll get ignored
Alliance bitches get on your knees
that lock pwned me, nerf please
Cry more newb your tears restore my mana.
I smoke the alliance like marijuana
Mannimarco there is none other
My rank is exalted, with you mother
I got a Felguard who kills at a glance
so you better shift your style to defense stance
Fuck all you pallies, though your armor may gleam
I’ll drop your health so fast it’ll make you scream.
In my left hand, I carry I tome
I will never roll a gnome
Reroll Horde - you can get phat lewt
Cuz the power of the horde is absolute