Yo His palms are sweaty, ele weak, spells are heavy
There's vomit on his armor already, guldan's dready
He's nervous, but on the screen he looks calm and ready
To drop bursts but he keeps on forgettin
to cast procs in time, the whole pug goes so loud
He throws his blast, but the damage won't come out
He's ele, how, everybody's jokin' now
The keystone run out, times up, over, blaow!
Slapped back to reality, oh there goes team B
Oh, there goes Tauren, he choked
He's so mad, but he won't re-roll that easy? No
He won't have it, he knows his whole back guild’s ropes
It don't matter, he's OP, he thinks that, but he's done
He's so sad that he knows
When he goes back to his recount logs, that's when it's
Back to the creator, yo
This whole rhapsody
He better go capture this alt and hope blizz not rekt him
You better lose yourself in the nerfs, the devs
they own it, you better have a lot toons (toons)
You only get one shot, do not lack a mage to own
This opportunity knocks all the time (yo)
The dps's escaping, through this aoe that is gaping
This raid is mine for the taking
Buff me king, as we move toward a new sims order
A fire mage is boring, but blizz love's soaring
It only grows harder, fire grows hotter
He blows. It's all over. These nerds is all on him
alt to alt shows, he's known as the spec hopper
Lonely dungs, guild master only knows
He's grown farther from shaman, he's no ele
He logs in and barely knows his rotation
But hold your delete 'cause here goes the hot fixxin
His guild don't want him no more, he's cold product
They moved on to the next caster who flows
He noodle dove and sold nada
So the blizz drama is told and unfolds
I suppose it's old partner, but the beat goes on
Da da dum da dum da da da da