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Ode to the Spaz
You know who you are (or maybe you don't)
You go balls out for fear you'll get pwnt
Your limbs flail about like a cornered mongoose
You rely on sweat and muscle to try to get loose
You roll and you punch and you kick and you bite
Even in slow rolling you use all your might
You know every fighter, their wins and their losses
But it sems like your teachers are the Street Fighter bosses
So seriously bro, relax and chill and out
Or we'll get the sweaty fat guy to sit in your mount.
Ode To The Clinger
Special thanks to Kill Kill for the idea and the anology I blatanly ripped off.
Your only technique is your gorilla-like grip
I try to make space, but my gi's gonna' rip
Your arms tremble and shake from all the exertion
But you continue to cling like some needy person
You huff and you puff and you squeeze all the tighter
While dreaming of saying you're a UFC fighter
I keep thinking you'll move, but you'll never quit
You smother and hold and I guess it's legit
But I look in your eyes and say, "Listen up bub"
"It won't take me long to sink in a sub."
Your arms wrap around me like koala with mother
Go roll with the spaz, y'all were made for each other.
Ode to the Sweater
For BreezerD
When warm ups begin you really work up a sweat
Those around you slip down 'cause the mat is so wet
You sweat when it's hot, you sweat when it's cool
You're soaked to the bone! Did you come from the pool?
Our training begins and we go to the ground
Your puddle gets deeper and I try not to drown
I can't get you off and I'm beginning to fear
Oh man! It just happend! Your sweat's in my ear!
I try an arm bar, but you slip right on out
Your sweat's coming faster, like it comes from a spout
You sit up in my guard and I'm showered with rain
I tap due due to drowning but not due to pain.
Composed by CBTRN
Poem to the "All Excuses" grappler
I pulled my abductor feeding my llama,
Then tripped and stubbed my toe and that created more drama,
Last week I swear I got a concussion during warm-up, that's why I got tapped so much,
The week before, I could have submitted everyone but my sudden migraine made me lose my genius touch,
This week I injured my throat drinking a Diet Coke,
No wonder you could sink in that damn Ezequiel choke.
I don't like to make excuses, but I ate too much peanut butter and jelly,
That's the only reason last time I tapped from your knee on my belly!
You know who you are (or maybe you don't)
You go balls out for fear you'll get pwnt
Your limbs flail about like a cornered mongoose
You rely on sweat and muscle to try to get loose
You roll and you punch and you kick and you bite
Even in slow rolling you use all your might
You know every fighter, their wins and their losses
But it sems like your teachers are the Street Fighter bosses
So seriously bro, relax and chill and out
Or we'll get the sweaty fat guy to sit in your mount.
Ode To The Clinger
Special thanks to Kill Kill for the idea and the anology I blatanly ripped off.
Your only technique is your gorilla-like grip
I try to make space, but my gi's gonna' rip
Your arms tremble and shake from all the exertion
But you continue to cling like some needy person
You huff and you puff and you squeeze all the tighter
While dreaming of saying you're a UFC fighter
I keep thinking you'll move, but you'll never quit
You smother and hold and I guess it's legit
But I look in your eyes and say, "Listen up bub"
"It won't take me long to sink in a sub."
Your arms wrap around me like koala with mother
Go roll with the spaz, y'all were made for each other.
Ode to the Sweater
For BreezerD
When warm ups begin you really work up a sweat
Those around you slip down 'cause the mat is so wet
You sweat when it's hot, you sweat when it's cool
You're soaked to the bone! Did you come from the pool?
Our training begins and we go to the ground
Your puddle gets deeper and I try not to drown
I can't get you off and I'm beginning to fear
Oh man! It just happend! Your sweat's in my ear!
I try an arm bar, but you slip right on out
Your sweat's coming faster, like it comes from a spout
You sit up in my guard and I'm showered with rain
I tap due due to drowning but not due to pain.
Composed by CBTRN
Poem to the "All Excuses" grappler
I pulled my abductor feeding my llama,
Then tripped and stubbed my toe and that created more drama,
Last week I swear I got a concussion during warm-up, that's why I got tapped so much,
The week before, I could have submitted everyone but my sudden migraine made me lose my genius touch,
This week I injured my throat drinking a Diet Coke,
No wonder you could sink in that damn Ezequiel choke.
I don't like to make excuses, but I ate too much peanut butter and jelly,
That's the only reason last time I tapped from your knee on my belly!
