Logging onto my hunter, my God do I have a beautiful Stache
The mere sight of it making creeps act so rash.
Strutting the fields of GTA, such a radiant sight
Creeps fighting freeps in the midst of the night
A wild looking worg appears with death in his eye
I tell him "Hey man ts'all good, let's call a truce and share this pie!"
"You don't know PvP" he says "You're no Hans Solo"
Pulling out my guitar I tell him "No, they call me Apollo"