CANON
by Hyperfein

Embolden and holdin' my golden M-Eleven Wraith
Workin' and mercin' mad Krogan with faith
Moldin' and foldin' those chosen to nick Norm's hull
Pumpin' and dumpin' hot molten lead in their skull
Pluckin' and shuckin' twelve sacks in not but a flash
Wheelin' and dealin' quads stolen and sold for cash

Arisen with a mission to end all competition
Forechosen to put hoes in the dark and frozen

I'm a bad bitty, a bad babe, a bad bosh, a bad bish
I'm servin' you in, feedin' you this dish
When I'm chattin' with Shepard, he's eatin' my fish
All of you other land-based bland bait ain't worth shit

Twerkin' and smirkin', I'm jerkin' his worm through his trousers
Bouncin' and trouncin', I'm rockin' his boat for hours

While you're sittin' and waitin' and patiently debatin'
Wonderin' if caps within his cabin
You stand a minute more outside his door
Me and your daddy snore upon his floor
You're a bore galore, ugly boorish whore
Daily chore he tore, wholesale basic store
I adore and score, I get boarded more
Make him roar and pour, the prized game he gore...

... Oh, and... when daddy says there's only room for two in the Mako...
That's when we *really* make-out and make out!

Skirtin' and pervin' these hourglass curves in this leather
Packin' and smackin' thick thighs together
Imprintin' this lore in ink, printin' more of it
Smatherin' his lure in pink, ticklin' sore with glit

FLOWTILLA
by Hyperfein

That's right, the bish is back, the slayer and the layer, Admiral Tali'Zorah
I'm 'bout to drop some exposition, so listen, and I promise not to bore ya'
Comin' with flows as smooth as lamb skin, they might as well be written on the Torah
Watch me burn this flashlight out, shinin' facts so bright you'd think I was a menorah

This fleek geek speak pique critique, here's a sleek sneak peek from the chic boutique Pandora
Who's antique box creak with musique technique, unleashing the solar wind's aurora
Waves unique to bleak creek wreak bark from teak, like a strong surge of tundra bora
Gusts shriek past meek weak physique freak who reek, blowin' off this NPC's fedora
Not oblique with applique I tweak this steek, with the authority of Amora
The magnifique sheikh with peak phreak mystique, hackin' you just like god cut Gomorrah

... You want some more, huh? ...

Straight outta the Migrant Fleet, I've got a fleetin' beat to put a Geth in their seat
The purple Pajeet 'bout to crush this NEET who rots in their suite as they beat their meat
Like I crush a glass sheet beneath my feet, spittin' rhymes like sleet as you shoot your skeet
I got the thiccest meat, the sweat treat they eat, makin' them wanna cheat with this heat
Layin' bodies in the street and under the sheet, diggin' my cleat into this peat
You're the complete deceit athlete who can't compete, gettin' beat, might as well conceit

MASS DEFECT
by Hyperfein

Here we got Miranda, the prissy, pissy, sissy bitch
Who was afforded everything, but can't quite scratch her itch
Because under that rubber exterior she's dank, rank and rotten
Crying about all of the commander dick she hasn't yet gotten

You say you're genetically superior
I say you're a horse tooth jackass inferior
Heroin chic was phased out back in the late noughties
So has silicone-cheeked, plastic sex doll bimbo bodies
Maybe if you shut those fake, plumped up, duck bill lips
Someone might give a shit about those gel filled nips
But you never stop incessantly whining, "woe is me"
Preciously awaiting for men to pay your pity fee

Get it over with already and just fuck your daddy
Fulfill your Electra complex, nasty incest baddy
Inject another defect into your synthetic womb
In nine months you'll finally be the quietest baby in the room

Are you fussy? Does someone need to be tucked in?
Upset about a competition you can't win?
Crawl back to your cabin and cry yourself to sleep
But do Tali a favor and don't make a peep
Because Shepard and I need some time just for ourselves
Don't mind the thumping, some of your toys may fall off the shelves

FRIENDLY FIRE
by Hyperfein

Listen, I ain't gunna mince my words
I'm the squads small, purple, cringe nerd
My singing will make you wince when heard
Tweeting like a sickly, dinge bird
You haven't felt such pain since your GERD
Made you squeeze out that gross, tinge turd

By the way, slight discoloration is normal
But too much could be sign of something informal
For example, pale means you have a lack of bile
While green means you've had an infection for a while

Anyway, lets get back into it
Here's another verse for me to spit
But never say that I'm a liar
When I'm laying down this friendly fire

There's probably something to be said
When Shepard leaves me sick in bed
Loves touch turns me slick with dew when bred
And at deaths door with flush skin red
Temperature raising, flu is stead
Given a week I'll have been dead

Heads up, you may want some acetaminophen
Who's daily dose is 10 for grown and 5 with kin
But you can't rely on it to cure your fever
Which is your bodies innate illness reliever

Anyway, that's all for me to say
I'll be back to rhyme another day
But never say that I'm a liar
When I'm laying down this friendly fire

CALIBRATIONS
by Hyperfein

What is the deal with this loose cannon cop
Who believes he deservers special treatment
Blind rage for Salarian doc-chop
Which lead to a plan most indecent
Lure him above a large population
Numbering far into the millions
Then blast his ship above the station
Raining death on top civilians
Haven't you heard the needs of the many
Takes precedent over needs of the few
There are ethics, have you learned any
Or did daddy bribe teachers for you
Let me teach you an important lesson
That virtually every cop should know
Causalities need to be lessen
Check behind your mark before you blow

How about you calibrate some bitches
On a frigate with only two dextro
No reach if you can't scratch your itches
While I've had my itches scratched extro
All too much time spent aligning your gun
And shooting weak payloads deep into space
While I'm in caps cabin having fun
My receiver smothering his face

A real tryhard who wants to be Shepard
Emulating commander and his flock
Maybe next time copy a leopard
Pounce and dodge a scar worthy of gawk
To even think that you're on the same field
As a real man who faces true evil
When the most simple task left you keeled
A cadaver left for retrieval
But there's one more thing I want to touch on
Because there's a job you took and fulfilled
Truly better it couldn't have gone
For this you surely are the most skilled
Archangels are the messengers to god
Hired to complete mundane daily chore
So you collected all your friends bod
And delivered them straight to death's door

PARTY ON THE NOR-MAN-DAY
by Hyperfein

I hopped on the ship at Arcturus
With nothing but my footlocker
Never quite seen a craft like this
Got a pilot named Joker
Walk down the hall and see my buddy Pressly
Everyone in the Alliance is so friendly
Then I see a Turian
This must be somethin’ real urgent

We have a Spectre on board which sure is suspicious
They’re known to be real judicious
That’s when the mission comes over the radio
So I put my armor on
And I strap my holster on
My gun’s ready to be drawn

Switch on my Omni-tool
The Geth are here too, the munitions fly away
I'm scannin’ my sights like, yeah
Shootin’ my gun like, yeah
Lobbin’ grenades across the battlefield
Fightin’ until the break of day
Yeah, it's a party on the Nor-man-day
Yeah, it's a party on the Nor-man-day