Britz-G'day fan-fic fan's, just here with a little song-fic idea, I should be writing either one of two different things but this idea has been stuck in my head for about a week, better to get it out of there, there isn't enough room. It's a song-fic to the tune of Smash Mouth's - "All Star", it's about...You guessed it everyones favourite dead Animorph: Rachel!! Ug how critical of me y'know I havn't even read #54 yet, gag me. Y'know I really am listening to the song as I write this, seriously. And BTW: if you sing this song in time it sound's much better, try it. (hee hee.)
Disclaimer-Well I don't own Animorphs and I don't own Smash Mouth is that gonna cut it? I'm all nervey 'bout Disclaimers after this "Cassandra Claire" business. It's all good and all not mine.
FIGHT STAR
-Sung by Rachel (if her name isn't Berenson, it probaly says what it is in #54.)
-Written by Britz Britten
-On the album "sing it when your morphing" (Oh better put in that the album "sing it when your winning" isn't mine either, phew that was a close one.)
Somebody once told me the yeerks are gonna roll me
to much violence going down in my head,
well I know I can act dumb, got into fights and risk my buns
you should have know I'd be the one to end up dead,
Well the Yeerks start coming and they don't stop coming
Hork-Bajir lying 'round yet still more come running
you may think I'm crazy to think this is fun
that the adrenaline rush has got me under it's thumb
well crazy is good crazy is free
I like to make them scream like banshee's
a mission? come on let's go!
We'll claw them up don't ya know!
(Chorus): Hey now, I'm the fight-star! Think you'll bet me? No-way!
Hey now, you're the Visser, gonna morph bitch? Then come play!
And all that splatter is blood, Hork-Bajirs lying face-down in the mud,
The pool's a bad place, and they say it gets worse
they'll be dragging your ass out of here in a hearse
well you're in trouble now and wait till I get closer
there's no place that you'll be safer
I'm gonna crush you into a wafer,
now listen mate my patience wears thin
cool we blew up the pool where the Yeerks used to swim
and Tom's a lier, I'll rip him to the core
killing is how I like it, never makes me bored,
(Repeat chorus) Hey now, I'm the fight-star! Think you'll bet me? No-way!
Hey now, you're the Visser, gonna morph bitch? Then come play!
And all that splatter is blood, Hork-Bajirs lying facedown in the mud,
Some controller once begged "could you please spare my life? Get your teeth all out of my face?"
I said "Sorry, but you're in deep shit so fight like a man you git and prepare yourself to get lynched,"
Well the Yeerks start coming and they don't stop coming
Hork-Bajir lying 'round yet still more come running
You may think I'm crazy to think this is fun
that the adrenaline rush has got me under it's thumb
well crazy is good crazy is free
I like to make them scream like banshee's
a mission? Come on let's go!
We'll claw them up don't ya know!
(Repeat Chorus)
And all that splatter is blood, I'm gonna mulch your ass into crud.
Britz-What did ya reckon kids, write me a bloody review come on please? I'll be your best friend. Britz loves you, give Britz feedback.
Disclaimer-Well I don't own Animorphs and I don't own Smash Mouth is that gonna cut it? I'm all nervey 'bout Disclaimers after this "Cassandra Claire" business. It's all good and all not mine.
FIGHT STAR
-Sung by Rachel (if her name isn't Berenson, it probaly says what it is in #54.)
-Written by Britz Britten
-On the album "sing it when your morphing" (Oh better put in that the album "sing it when your winning" isn't mine either, phew that was a close one.)
Somebody once told me the yeerks are gonna roll me
to much violence going down in my head,
well I know I can act dumb, got into fights and risk my buns
you should have know I'd be the one to end up dead,
Well the Yeerks start coming and they don't stop coming
Hork-Bajir lying 'round yet still more come running
you may think I'm crazy to think this is fun
that the adrenaline rush has got me under it's thumb
well crazy is good crazy is free
I like to make them scream like banshee's
a mission? come on let's go!
We'll claw them up don't ya know!
(Chorus): Hey now, I'm the fight-star! Think you'll bet me? No-way!
Hey now, you're the Visser, gonna morph bitch? Then come play!
And all that splatter is blood, Hork-Bajirs lying face-down in the mud,
The pool's a bad place, and they say it gets worse
they'll be dragging your ass out of here in a hearse
well you're in trouble now and wait till I get closer
there's no place that you'll be safer
I'm gonna crush you into a wafer,
now listen mate my patience wears thin
cool we blew up the pool where the Yeerks used to swim
and Tom's a lier, I'll rip him to the core
killing is how I like it, never makes me bored,
(Repeat chorus) Hey now, I'm the fight-star! Think you'll bet me? No-way!
Hey now, you're the Visser, gonna morph bitch? Then come play!
And all that splatter is blood, Hork-Bajirs lying facedown in the mud,
Some controller once begged "could you please spare my life? Get your teeth all out of my face?"
I said "Sorry, but you're in deep shit so fight like a man you git and prepare yourself to get lynched,"
Well the Yeerks start coming and they don't stop coming
Hork-Bajir lying 'round yet still more come running
You may think I'm crazy to think this is fun
that the adrenaline rush has got me under it's thumb
well crazy is good crazy is free
I like to make them scream like banshee's
a mission? Come on let's go!
We'll claw them up don't ya know!
(Repeat Chorus)
And all that splatter is blood, I'm gonna mulch your ass into crud.
Britz-What did ya reckon kids, write me a bloody review come on please? I'll be your best friend. Britz loves you, give Britz feedback.