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Beadonatian Rhapsody (a parody)
Posted By: Chuckles
Date: 4 November 2004, 1:47 PM

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Parody of Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen. This parody was written about a member of our gaming group (the Grand Rapids Frag Pile) who went by the name Nate or Simjanes. Nate/Simjanes (the best in our group with a pistol or sniper rifle) won a game by a large margin and made the mistake of blurting out, "I'll sit this next one out guys, I mean, I won by eleven—that's ridiculous!" Ever since then if one of us yells "I've got a bead on Nate!" everyone is supposed to leave you alone and get out of your way so you can waste him. In our group wasting a sniper is called "Juicing Snipe". Enjoy.


Is this for real guys
Is this just fantasy
I won in a landslide
So much for humility
Open your eyes, look up at the screen and see
You just play poor boys, you have my sympathy
Because you're easy come, easy go
I score high, you score low
Anyway, I'll play slow, so that you can keep up with me, with me

[nate victim]
Mama, I was just killed again
Someone shooting at my head, tried to find him, now I'm dead
Mama, I had just respawned
But now he's gone and blown it all away
Mama, oooh, it is mean to pistol snipe
If I get fragged again it's time to sorrow
I'll respawn, I'll respawn, as if trying really matters

Too late, your time has come
Sends shivers down my spine, scores I'm making all the time

Goodbye, everybody, I'd better go
Gotta give you all a chance to learn to shoot
Haha, oooh, I don't have to try
I sometimes wish you guys were a challenge at all

[frag pile crowd/nate simjanes]
I see a little pistol-sniper of a man
I do too, I do too, do you have a good angle?
There he is he's camping, everyone I got a bead!
(Get him Chuckles.) Get him Chuckles. (Get him Chuckles.) Get him Chuckles, Get him Chuckles, Finito

I score high, you score low, I had better go.
We kill ya! No, we will not let you go
(Let me go!) We kill ya! We will not let you go.
(Let me go!) We kill ya! We will not let you go.
(Let me go!) Will not let you go.
(Let me go!) Will not let you go. (Let me go!) Ah.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

(Oh come-a-here, come-a-here) come-a-here, we'll frag you so.
Lexicus has a rocket set aside for me, for me, for me!

So you think you can juice me and spit on my pride?
So you think you can snipe me and leave me to die?
No, baby, can't do this to me baby,
Just gotta get clowns, just gotta get clowns outta here

Fragging really matters, anyone got a bead?
Fragging really matters,
Fragging really matters to me.
Any way you juice snipe.

C.T. Clown