Iron Slug - a parody of "Big Iron" by Marty Robbins

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Quintinius-Vergnix

"Iron Slug"

To the town of Stratum's End rode a stranger one beige day
Just stepped off the elevator, didn't have too much to say
No one dared to steal his shinies, no one dared to make a slip
For the stranger there among them had an Iron Slug in his grip
Iron Slug in his grip

It was early in the rotation, when he rode into the town
He came riding from the surface, far away above the ground
"He's a bandit loose and runnin'", glorped the slimes from all around
"And he's here to seize some shinies, with the Iron Slug in his grip"
Iron Slug in his grip

In this town there lived a Retrode, by the name of Arsenal Red
Twenty Knights had tried to take him, and in this town they met their end
He was vicious and grem-modded, at the age of 204
And the notches on his Pulsar numbered ten and twenty more
Ten and twenty more

Now the stranger started talkin', made it plain to all around
Was a Vanguard of the Order, wouldn't be too long in town,
He was here to take a monster, back alive or probably dead
And he said it didn't matter, that he was after Arsenal Red
After Arsenal Red

Wasn't long before this story made its way to Arsenal Red
But the Retrode didn't worry, all before who tried were dead
Twenty Knights had tried to take him, twenty Knights had made a slip
Twenty-one would be the Vanguard, with the Iron Slug in his grip
Iron Slug in his grip

Now the gears spun far above them, and it was time for them to meet
The gates had switched to Compounds, when they stared down in the street
Slimes were watching from rooftops,
No one dared to make a squlop
For they knew the Order's Vanguard was about to meet his death,
About to meet his death

There were ten tiles in between them, when they stopped to make their play
And the CTR of the Vanguard is still talked about today
Red had hardly drawn his Pulsar when a charged shot fairly ripped
And the Vanguard was using AT with the Iron Slug in his grip
Iron Slug in his grip

It was over in a moment, and the slimes all gathered round
The pile of crowns and heat that marked the Retrode's end
Oh, he might have went on livin', but he made one fatal slip
When he tried to match the Vanguard, with the Iron Slug in his grip
Iron Slug in his grip

Iron Slug, Iron Slug
Oh, he tried to match the Vanguard with the Iron Slug in his grip
Iron Slug in his grip

Tue, 07/09/2019 - 22:07 #1
Quintinius-Vergnix
The Big Angry Bomb is okay

I made a Big Angry Bomb version

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To the town of Moorcroft Manor rode a stranger one dark day

Stepped off the elevator, didn’t have a lot to say

No one dared to ask his business, no one dared to make a slip

For the demo-armored stranger had a Big Angry in his grip,

Big Angry in his grip

A new gate had just opened when he rode into the town

He came riding from the surface, far away above the ground

”He’s an outlaw from the Clockworks”, ghostly rumors were aflit

”And he’s here to wreak some havoc, with the Big Angry in his grip”,

Big Angry in his grip

In this town appeared a Phantom, folks called him Blackbone Red

Twenty Knights were sent to take him, and in the crypts they met their end

He was vicious and phantasmal, with a Faust in every hand

And the sigils in his blade-hilts numbered twenty and ten grand

Twenty and ten grand

Now the stranger started talking, made it plain to all around

Was a Recon from the Order, wouldn’t be too long in town

He was here to send a monster, in bits back to the dead

And he said it didn’t matter, that he was after Blackbone Red

After Blackbone Red

Wasn’t long before this story was heard by Blackbone Red

But the Phantom hardly worried, those who tried before were dead

Twenty Knights had fought against him, twenty Knights had made a slip

Twenty-one would be the Recon, with the Big Angry in his grip,

Big Angry in his grip

The gears were churning high above, and it was time for them to brawl

The gates were set to Graveyards, as they faced in darkened halls

Kats were watching from the shadows, no one dared to take a breath

For they knew the Order’s Recon was about to meet his death

About to meet his death

There were ten tiles in between them when they stopped to make their play

And the madness of the Recon, is still talked about today

Blackstone Red had just drawn cursed steel, when the blastwave fairly ripped

And the stone walls made more deadly, the Big Angry in his grip,

Big Angry in his grip

It was over in a moment, but dust still choked the air

It’s said the Manor's east wing is still closed down for repairs

He might have gone on killing, but he made one fatal slip

When he tried to end the Recon with the Big Angry in his grip,

Big Angry in his grip

Wed, 07/10/2019 - 12:17 #2
Crazy-Horse
This is beautiful

Great work

Mon, 07/15/2019 - 16:42 #3
Doctorspacebar
*thumbs up*

I like it!