DISCLAIMER:

THIS SONG IS FOR PURE ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES AND IS NOT INTENDED AS HATE OR MALICE TOWARDS ANYONE.

Yo, gather ‘round, lemme tell you a tale,

Of a blinkin’ mage whose courage did fail.

Dire Maul’s the scene, the pull went wrong,

And Pirate’s loyalty didn’t last too long.

Mana untouched, his team left to die,

But Pirate’s out sprintin’, blinkin’ on the sly.

The tank’s holdin’ aggro, the group’s on the ropes,

Pirate checks his cooldowns and abandons their hopes.

Guard Fengus steps in, adds swarm the hall,

But where’s the mage? Yo, he dipped from it all.

“Out of mana!” he cried, but the logs don’t lie,

Mana gem ready, Archmage Robe nearby.

No Blizzard to save, no Nova to freeze,

Just a roach on the loose, dodgin’ death with ease.

The group’s screamin’ “HELP!” but he’s already out,

That’s Pirate’s Hardcore—just blink and peace out.

He’s the Blink King, yeah, the roach on the run,

While the group’s gettin’ crushed, he’s savin’ just one.

Talks big, plays small, yeah, he’s flaky as hell,

Piratesoftware, ringin’ the coward’s bell.

A few days ago, he was preachin’ his creed,

“Hardcore’s all about who your team can feed.”

Said he’d die for his crew, stand tall in the storm,

But when the pull got messy, he abandoned the norm.

No Frost Nova, no rank one spells,

Just a mage blinkin’ fast, escapin’ the hells.

“Did all I could,” man, who you tryna fool?

You were halfway to the exit while your team got tooled.

And that asspull before? Oh, you blamed the crew,

But the combat logs show it was all on you.

Yo, Pirate, what’s good? Where’s that big talk now?

"Moments like this are why I play," you vowed.

But the truth hit hard, you crumbled, you bailed,

Your team hit the graveyard, and your courage just failed.

Mana gem chillin’, Robe’s cooldown clear,

But you saved all your tricks just to disappear.

No accountability, just dodgin’ the heat,

While the rest of your squad got wiped in defeat.

He’s the Blink King, yeah, the roach on the run,

While the group’s gettin’ crushed, he’s savin’ just one.

Talks big, plays small, yeah, he’s flaky as hell,

Piratesoftware, ringin’ the coward’s bell.

Guard Fengus laughs, the Dire Maul floor’s red,

And Pirate’s blinkin’ past his team’s last shred.

“No mana,” he says, but the math’s lookin’ bleak,

You had the tools to help, but your effort’s antique.

"Moments like this," yeah, we’ve heard it before,

But you folded like laundry, ran for the door.

The thrill of Hardcore’s about grit and guts,

But Pirate’s version? Just blinkin’ and cuts.

Take a bow, my dude, for your cowardly feat,

While your crew’s in the dirt, you’re out savin’ your seat.

Blamin’ the group for your asspull sins,

Dodgin’ the truth while the chaos begins.

You’re a roach in disguise, claimin’ you care,

But your actions speak louder—ain’t nobody there.

He’s the Blink King, yeah, the roach on the run,

While the group’s gettin’ crushed, he’s savin’ just one.

Talks big, plays small, yeah, he’s flaky as hell,

Piratesoftware, ringin’ the coward’s bell.

Yo, Pirate, this song’s your legacy now,

Dire Maul’s echoes will keep callin’ you out.

Mana gems unused, Frost Nova’s a ghost,

But blinkin’ away? Yeah, you’re doin’ the most.

So to all you mages, let this be a sign,

When the group calls for help, don’t just cross the line.

Stand tall, play smart, leave the roach ways behind,

Or end up in a verse, where your shame gets defined.