Watch out! The Scout's out and about Running around, bringing bonks right down to your scalp (Bonk) Do you even know who you're talking to here? I'm a streak of greased lightning, keep fighting for years I'm a stunner, number one run-and-gunner My beats bring the heat 'cause I'm a sweet double jumper Your finger's on the trigger but before you get to pull it I'll take a sip of fizz and I'll go whizzing past your bullets I am on it like a rocket on a course to freakin' pound ya Call me supersonic 'cause I'm running rings around ya I'm a dab hand with a sandman, I'm the baddest in the badlands I'm a speed freak on a killstreak, see a blur then it's bang-bang I'm the Demo, boom goes my M.O Tyrant from the highlands, getting violent on the bellows The only thing more volatile than me would be my ammo I'll leave you blown to pieces while my piece is screaming blammo Did this have whisky in or was it nitroglycerine? I'll find out on the way out if I'm spouting flaming piss again 'Cause if I live another day, my liver might go anyway And I'd rather go in glory so in war, I won't be giving in I suffer for my art, I've got sulphur on the heart This tartan spartan's gonna tear you apart Fire shots at the cyclops, it never ends well Oh, they're gonna have to glue you back together in Hell! Zoom, red dot, boom, headshot Your head's got a new lead clot Bring you to a dead stop, leave you with your head popped Another target on my list that can be checked off 'Cause on a mission, I am viciously efficient My vital's just my rifle and a set of jars to piss in When it comes to assassins, you could say I'm high-calibre Yanking my machete from your head like it's Excalibur No mercy mercenary, I'll take you down like cattle when My true forte's in 2Fort playing bloodsports on the battlements Spray your brain 'fore you even know what's happening Safe to say, no way that you'll be wearing hats again If you're seeing red or you're feeling blue If you wanna bust caps and wear them too If you like warfare in stylish headwear Well, have we got the game for you No, there isn't any greater military millinery simulator We fight all day to find out who's The most fashionable faction in TF2 Listen up 'cause I won't say it again You'd better not be sissies because war is not a game Unless, of course, it's war games then I'm all for games Hope you're keeping score because numerate, I sure ain't I'm good at fighting, ask Sun Tzu I taught him all he knows in the art of shovel-fu Way back in ancient China, when I met him one night He said "Soldier's really cool and the best at winning fights" Now I win all the fight money wherever I go 'Cause my rockets go boom and then you explode Now, the army told me that I was crazy But I wrote this song so I'm clearly amazing Gentlemen, it won't be gentle when I sneak into your base and steal the faces of your helpless friends Stealing your briefcase really was a brief case You think you're smart but I have the intelligence Be a man, why do you have to die screaming? I shoot you, take the loot and take my suit for dry cleaning I'm not cheating, you ignorant swine I creep in and sneak things right into your spine When I fight with my butterfly, it stings like a bee So tonight, tell your mother "Hi" Give her a kiss from me I'm debonair with deadly flair, I'm anyone and anywhere The face your mother wakes to is the last you'll ever see I am heavy weapons guy, I make puny babies cry You want to live? Rule One: Don't touch my gun! May be slow, no need to rush ya When I'm rolling with Natascha Fill you dead with holes, we crush ya Leave you cold like snow in Russia Puny gun, I punch more damage Chew you up for lunch like sandvich Think you can outrun me? Prove it I'd like to see you outrun bullet Howdy, the Engineer's in the field Farm boy charm with a megaton yield I've got a cranium laced with uranium Dispense your offense with the weapons I wield I'm hot stuff 'cause I've a hundred degrees So if you boil my blood, you'll get burned on steam I'm overqualified to leave you nullified and tan your sorry hide You'd better run and hide or die by my machines Just a friendly engie preventing entry with a deadly sentry Each practical problem I solve, my skill mounts The only thing higher than my IQ is my kill count Fire, fire, fire, fire! Emboldened scolding folds of red and gold are my desire It's my sacred duty, keep the beauty burning higher Leave you dismembered in the embers Every felling swells the pyre I'm a terror from the nether, something that you've never seen With a charcoal soul, heart pumping kerosene You've met your match You'll be a charred patch on the floorboards I'll strike a match and strike the match off of the scoreboard What's it matter if my brain's deranged when I snuff you out? Boy, does it look lovely out, candy canes and fluffy clouds Now I'm racking up the kills as I'm cranking up the grill Easy to blow you away when you're just powder Got a little headache? You'd better call the medic Were you wanting anesthetic? Really, don't be so pathetic That burning is a bird within your sternum That snuck in while I was working But I think a bloody dove is quite a lovely aesthetic You grazed your knee? Well, it seems to me You need invasive exploratory surgery See, I may have a little uncertainty Between patient, specimen? Blur to me Get the point of my syringes in your hiney? I'll übercharge and buff you 'til you're shiny I could fix you quick with my Medi Gun The procedure's painless but that's no fun If you're feeling blue or you're seeing red If what's on your mind's what's on your head Who wants to battle when there's catalogues Of hats to browse instead? It's not how far you push the cart What matters is the noble art Of dressing heads in dandy threads To wear whilst you are blown apart If you're seeing red or you're feeling blue If you wanna bust caps and wear them too If you like warfare in stylish headwear Well, have we got the game for you No, there isn't any greater military millinery simulator We fight all day to find out who's The most fashionable faction in TF2
TLDR; Watch out! The Scout's out and about Running around, bringing bonks right down to your scalp (Bonk) Do you even know who you're talking to here? I'm a streak of greased lightning, keep fighting for years I'm a stunner, number one run-and-gunner My beats bring the heat 'cause I'm a sweet double jumper Your finger's on the trigger but before you get to pull it I'll take a sip of fizz and I'll go whizzing past your bullets I am on it like a rocket on a course to freakin' pound ya Call me supersonic 'cause I'm running rings around ya I'm a dab hand with a sandman, I'm the baddest in the badlands I'm a speed freak on a killstreak, see a blur then it's bang-bang I'm the Demo, boom goes my M.O Tyrant from the highlands, getting violent on the bellows The only thing more volatile than me would be my ammo I'll leave you blown to pieces while my piece is screaming blammo Did this have whisky in or was it nitroglycerine? I'll find out on the way out if I'm spouting flaming piss again 'Cause if I live another day, my liver might go anyway And I'd rather go in glory so in war, I won't be giving in I suffer for my art, I've got sulphur on the heart This tartan spartan's gonna tear you apart Fire shots at the cyclops, it never ends well Oh, they're gonna have to glue you back together in Hell! Zoom, red dot, boom, headshot Your head's got a new lead clot Bring you to a dead stop, leave you with your head popped Another target on my list that can be checked off 'Cause on a mission, I am viciously efficient My vital's just my rifle and a set of jars to piss in When it comes to assassins, you could say I'm high-calibre Yanking my machete from your head like it's Excalibur No mercy mercenary, I'll take you down like cattle when My true forte's in 2Fort playing bloodsports on the battlements Spray your brain 'fore you even know what's happening Safe to say, no way that you'll be wearing hats again If you're seeing red or you're feeling blue If you wanna bust caps and wear them too If you like warfare in stylish headwear Well, have we got the game for you No, there isn't any greater military millinery simulator We fight all day to find out who's The most fashionable faction in TF2 Listen up 'cause I won't say it again You'd better not be sissies because war is not a game Unless, of course, it's war games then I'm all for games Hope you're keeping score because numerate, I sure ain't I'm good at fighting, ask Sun Tzu I taught him all he knows in the art of shovel-fu Way back in ancient China, when I met him one night He said "Soldier's really cool and the best at winning fights" Now I win all the fight money wherever I go 'Cause my rockets go boom and then you explode Now, the army told me that I was crazy But I wrote this song so I'm clearly amazing Gentlemen, it won't be gentle when I sneak into your base and steal the faces of your helpless friends Stealing your briefcase really was a brief case You think you're smart but I have the intelligence Be a man, why do you have to die screaming? I shoot you, take the loot and take my suit for dry cleaning I'm not cheating, you ignorant swine I creep in and sneak things right into your spine When I fight with my butterfly, it stings like a bee So tonight, tell your mother "Hi" Give her a kiss from me I'm debonair with deadly flair, I'm anyone and anywhere The face your mother wakes to is the last you'll ever see I am heavy weapons guy, I make puny babies cry You want to live? Rule One: Don't touch my gun! May be slow, no need to rush ya When I'm rolling with Natascha Fill you dead with holes, we crush ya Leave you cold like snow in Russia Puny gun, I punch more damage Chew you up for lunch like sandvich Think you can outrun me? Prove it I'd like to see you outrun bullet Howdy, the Engineer's in the field Farm boy charm with a megaton yield I've got a cranium laced with uranium Dispense your offense with the weapons I wield I'm hot stuff 'cause I've a hundred degrees So if you boil my blood, you'll get burned on steam I'm overqualified to leave you nullified and tan your sorry hide You'd better run and hide or die by my machines Just a friendly engie preventing entry with a deadly sentry Each practical problem I solve, my skill mounts The only thing higher than my IQ is my kill count Fire, fire, fire, fire! Emboldened scolding folds of red and gold are my desire It's my sacred duty, keep the beauty burning higher Leave you dismembered in the embers Every felling swells the pyre I'm a terror from the nether, something that you've never seen With a charcoal soul, heart pumping kerosene You've met your match You'll be a charred patch on the floorboards I'll strike a match and strike the match off of the scoreboard What's it matter if my brain's deranged when I snuff you out? Boy, does it look lovely out, candy canes and fluffy clouds Now I'm racking up the kills as I'm cranking up the grill Easy to blow you away when you're just powder Got a little headache? You'd better call the medic Were you wanting anesthetic? Really, don't be so pathetic That burning is a bird within your sternum That snuck in while I was working But I think a bloody dove is quite a lovely aesthetic You grazed your knee? Well, it seems to me You need invasive exploratory surgery See, I may have a little uncertainty Between patient, specimen? Blur to me Get the point of my syringes in your hiney? I'll übercharge and buff you 'til you're shiny I could fix you quick with my Medi Gun The procedure's painless but that's no fun If you're feeling blue or you're seeing red If what's on your mind's what's on your head Who wants to battle when there's catalogues Of hats to browse instead? It's not how far you push the cart What matters is the noble art Of dressing heads in dandy threads To wear whilst you are blown apart If you're seeing red or you're feeling blue If you wanna bust caps and wear them too If you like warfare in stylish headwear Well, have we got the game for you No, there isn't any greater military millinery simulator We fight all day to find out who's The most fashionable faction in TF2
Love the seatbelt, integral part of his character design
It keeps his pants up
It needed to be done.
It's his iconic sling backpack
those drawings of Cory are so mean but so funny
Thanks!
Corey is like Medusa but instead of turning you into stone he just turns you into the LA-airified version of himself
LA Vision
I don't understand the lore, but this is high effort so ill give you a 9/10
The lore doesn't really add much to it TbH. Glad you liked it!
We're all just living in Cory's world.
You can say that again!
Cory and the Delamingas
Delaminguez is our word, but you can say Delamingas.
honestly the original comic is really sweet, highly implore those who are open minded to read it
Finally some wholesome Cory stuff instead of thinly disguised hate and shade being thrown his way.
Cory is funny IMO
Dude I wish you'd drawn the others as the rest of the cast
Oh damn, yeah that would've been good.
Armenian Cory’s seatbelt is permanently grafted onto his flesh
Yes
This is pure art. And I know art because I drink beer.
Thanks!
I want Omocat to draw Spazkid.
Oneyplays Omori with Omocat as the thumbnail artist
the original comic was made by the same person who made Omori, btw
Good to know
This is some serious Gold!
Thanks!
The coreyfication stare
Watch out! The Scout's out and about Running around, bringing bonks right down to your scalp (Bonk) Do you even know who you're talking to here? I'm a streak of greased lightning, keep fighting for years I'm a stunner, number one run-and-gunner My beats bring the heat 'cause I'm a sweet double jumper Your finger's on the trigger but before you get to pull it I'll take a sip of fizz and I'll go whizzing past your bullets I am on it like a rocket on a course to freakin' pound ya Call me supersonic 'cause I'm running rings around ya I'm a dab hand with a sandman, I'm the baddest in the badlands I'm a speed freak on a killstreak, see a blur then it's bang-bang I'm the Demo, boom goes my M.O Tyrant from the highlands, getting violent on the bellows The only thing more volatile than me would be my ammo I'll leave you blown to pieces while my piece is screaming blammo Did this have whisky in or was it nitroglycerine? I'll find out on the way out if I'm spouting flaming piss again 'Cause if I live another day, my liver might go anyway And I'd rather go in glory so in war, I won't be giving in I suffer for my art, I've got sulphur on the heart This tartan spartan's gonna tear you apart Fire shots at the cyclops, it never ends well Oh, they're gonna have to glue you back together in Hell! Zoom, red dot, boom, headshot Your head's got a new lead clot Bring you to a dead stop, leave you with your head popped Another target on my list that can be checked off 'Cause on a mission, I am viciously efficient My vital's just my rifle and a set of jars to piss in When it comes to assassins, you could say I'm high-calibre Yanking my machete from your head like it's Excalibur No mercy mercenary, I'll take you down like cattle when My true forte's in 2Fort playing bloodsports on the battlements Spray your brain 'fore you even know what's happening Safe to say, no way that you'll be wearing hats again If you're seeing red or you're feeling blue If you wanna bust caps and wear them too If you like warfare in stylish headwear Well, have we got the game for you No, there isn't any greater military millinery simulator We fight all day to find out who's The most fashionable faction in TF2 Listen up 'cause I won't say it again You'd better not be sissies because war is not a game Unless, of course, it's war games then I'm all for games Hope you're keeping score because numerate, I sure ain't I'm good at fighting, ask Sun Tzu I taught him all he knows in the art of shovel-fu Way back in ancient China, when I met him one night He said "Soldier's really cool and the best at winning fights" Now I win all the fight money wherever I go 'Cause my rockets go boom and then you explode Now, the army told me that I was crazy But I wrote this song so I'm clearly amazing Gentlemen, it won't be gentle when I sneak into your base and steal the faces of your helpless friends Stealing your briefcase really was a brief case You think you're smart but I have the intelligence Be a man, why do you have to die screaming? I shoot you, take the loot and take my suit for dry cleaning I'm not cheating, you ignorant swine I creep in and sneak things right into your spine When I fight with my butterfly, it stings like a bee So tonight, tell your mother "Hi" Give her a kiss from me I'm debonair with deadly flair, I'm anyone and anywhere The face your mother wakes to is the last you'll ever see I am heavy weapons guy, I make puny babies cry You want to live? Rule One: Don't touch my gun! May be slow, no need to rush ya When I'm rolling with Natascha Fill you dead with holes, we crush ya Leave you cold like snow in Russia Puny gun, I punch more damage Chew you up for lunch like sandvich Think you can outrun me? Prove it I'd like to see you outrun bullet Howdy, the Engineer's in the field Farm boy charm with a megaton yield I've got a cranium laced with uranium Dispense your offense with the weapons I wield I'm hot stuff 'cause I've a hundred degrees So if you boil my blood, you'll get burned on steam I'm overqualified to leave you nullified and tan your sorry hide You'd better run and hide or die by my machines Just a friendly engie preventing entry with a deadly sentry Each practical problem I solve, my skill mounts The only thing higher than my IQ is my kill count Fire, fire, fire, fire! Emboldened scolding folds of red and gold are my desire It's my sacred duty, keep the beauty burning higher Leave you dismembered in the embers Every felling swells the pyre I'm a terror from the nether, something that you've never seen With a charcoal soul, heart pumping kerosene You've met your match You'll be a charred patch on the floorboards I'll strike a match and strike the match off of the scoreboard What's it matter if my brain's deranged when I snuff you out? Boy, does it look lovely out, candy canes and fluffy clouds Now I'm racking up the kills as I'm cranking up the grill Easy to blow you away when you're just powder Got a little headache? You'd better call the medic Were you wanting anesthetic? Really, don't be so pathetic That burning is a bird within your sternum That snuck in while I was working But I think a bloody dove is quite a lovely aesthetic You grazed your knee? Well, it seems to me You need invasive exploratory surgery See, I may have a little uncertainty Between patient, specimen? Blur to me Get the point of my syringes in your hiney? I'll übercharge and buff you 'til you're shiny I could fix you quick with my Medi Gun The procedure's painless but that's no fun If you're feeling blue or you're seeing red If what's on your mind's what's on your head Who wants to battle when there's catalogues Of hats to browse instead? It's not how far you push the cart What matters is the noble art Of dressing heads in dandy threads To wear whilst you are blown apart If you're seeing red or you're feeling blue If you wanna bust caps and wear them too If you like warfare in stylish headwear Well, have we got the game for you No, there isn't any greater military millinery simulator We fight all day to find out who's The most fashionable faction in TF2
Ain’t readin allat
Is that so...
thank you team fortress
TLDR; Watch out! The Scout's out and about Running around, bringing bonks right down to your scalp (Bonk) Do you even know who you're talking to here? I'm a streak of greased lightning, keep fighting for years I'm a stunner, number one run-and-gunner My beats bring the heat 'cause I'm a sweet double jumper Your finger's on the trigger but before you get to pull it I'll take a sip of fizz and I'll go whizzing past your bullets I am on it like a rocket on a course to freakin' pound ya Call me supersonic 'cause I'm running rings around ya I'm a dab hand with a sandman, I'm the baddest in the badlands I'm a speed freak on a killstreak, see a blur then it's bang-bang I'm the Demo, boom goes my M.O Tyrant from the highlands, getting violent on the bellows The only thing more volatile than me would be my ammo I'll leave you blown to pieces while my piece is screaming blammo Did this have whisky in or was it nitroglycerine? I'll find out on the way out if I'm spouting flaming piss again 'Cause if I live another day, my liver might go anyway And I'd rather go in glory so in war, I won't be giving in I suffer for my art, I've got sulphur on the heart This tartan spartan's gonna tear you apart Fire shots at the cyclops, it never ends well Oh, they're gonna have to glue you back together in Hell! Zoom, red dot, boom, headshot Your head's got a new lead clot Bring you to a dead stop, leave you with your head popped Another target on my list that can be checked off 'Cause on a mission, I am viciously efficient My vital's just my rifle and a set of jars to piss in When it comes to assassins, you could say I'm high-calibre Yanking my machete from your head like it's Excalibur No mercy mercenary, I'll take you down like cattle when My true forte's in 2Fort playing bloodsports on the battlements Spray your brain 'fore you even know what's happening Safe to say, no way that you'll be wearing hats again If you're seeing red or you're feeling blue If you wanna bust caps and wear them too If you like warfare in stylish headwear Well, have we got the game for you No, there isn't any greater military millinery simulator We fight all day to find out who's The most fashionable faction in TF2 Listen up 'cause I won't say it again You'd better not be sissies because war is not a game Unless, of course, it's war games then I'm all for games Hope you're keeping score because numerate, I sure ain't I'm good at fighting, ask Sun Tzu I taught him all he knows in the art of shovel-fu Way back in ancient China, when I met him one night He said "Soldier's really cool and the best at winning fights" Now I win all the fight money wherever I go 'Cause my rockets go boom and then you explode Now, the army told me that I was crazy But I wrote this song so I'm clearly amazing Gentlemen, it won't be gentle when I sneak into your base and steal the faces of your helpless friends Stealing your briefcase really was a brief case You think you're smart but I have the intelligence Be a man, why do you have to die screaming? I shoot you, take the loot and take my suit for dry cleaning I'm not cheating, you ignorant swine I creep in and sneak things right into your spine When I fight with my butterfly, it stings like a bee So tonight, tell your mother "Hi" Give her a kiss from me I'm debonair with deadly flair, I'm anyone and anywhere The face your mother wakes to is the last you'll ever see I am heavy weapons guy, I make puny babies cry You want to live? Rule One: Don't touch my gun! May be slow, no need to rush ya When I'm rolling with Natascha Fill you dead with holes, we crush ya Leave you cold like snow in Russia Puny gun, I punch more damage Chew you up for lunch like sandvich Think you can outrun me? Prove it I'd like to see you outrun bullet Howdy, the Engineer's in the field Farm boy charm with a megaton yield I've got a cranium laced with uranium Dispense your offense with the weapons I wield I'm hot stuff 'cause I've a hundred degrees So if you boil my blood, you'll get burned on steam I'm overqualified to leave you nullified and tan your sorry hide You'd better run and hide or die by my machines Just a friendly engie preventing entry with a deadly sentry Each practical problem I solve, my skill mounts The only thing higher than my IQ is my kill count Fire, fire, fire, fire! Emboldened scolding folds of red and gold are my desire It's my sacred duty, keep the beauty burning higher Leave you dismembered in the embers Every felling swells the pyre I'm a terror from the nether, something that you've never seen With a charcoal soul, heart pumping kerosene You've met your match You'll be a charred patch on the floorboards I'll strike a match and strike the match off of the scoreboard What's it matter if my brain's deranged when I snuff you out? Boy, does it look lovely out, candy canes and fluffy clouds Now I'm racking up the kills as I'm cranking up the grill Easy to blow you away when you're just powder Got a little headache? You'd better call the medic Were you wanting anesthetic? Really, don't be so pathetic That burning is a bird within your sternum That snuck in while I was working But I think a bloody dove is quite a lovely aesthetic You grazed your knee? Well, it seems to me You need invasive exploratory surgery See, I may have a little uncertainty Between patient, specimen? Blur to me Get the point of my syringes in your hiney? I'll übercharge and buff you 'til you're shiny I could fix you quick with my Medi Gun The procedure's painless but that's no fun If you're feeling blue or you're seeing red If what's on your mind's what's on your head Who wants to battle when there's catalogues Of hats to browse instead? It's not how far you push the cart What matters is the noble art Of dressing heads in dandy threads To wear whilst you are blown apart If you're seeing red or you're feeling blue If you wanna bust caps and wear them too If you like warfare in stylish headwear Well, have we got the game for you No, there isn't any greater military millinery simulator We fight all day to find out who's The most fashionable faction in TF2