The Fresh King of 64 is a Tribal Wars Copypasta, created by Gargarg.
The Fresh King of 64 is a for Tribal Wars modified version of the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air Copypasta.
Now, this is the story all about how Tribal Wars got flipped-turned upside down And I’d like to take a minute Just telling the Lore How I became the King of a World called 64. In South-East Continent born and raised On the Village view was where I spent most of my days Nobling, out whipping and sniping all cool And looting some b-barbs with my farming tool. When a couple of Tribes Who were up to no good Started making trouble in my neighborhood I got in one little War and they all got scared I said ’You’re better movin’ with your Allies because no one gets spared’ They begged and pleaded with me day after day But i attacked my new Farms and send nukes on their way They couldn´t resist and said i´m wicked. I put on more Noblemans and said, ‘I know, let´s kick it’. I started to harass, yo they got mad My Army arrived and raped their Ass One Spearman yelled "Goddamnit its to tight!" But my Paladin said "Go deeper and it will feel alright". I nobled enemys with big point Manors. Every Profile said ‘Pro’ and had a edgy Banner. Is anything i do is wrecking Point whores? No shit Sherlock – ‘Yo holmes mount the Horse’ I pulled out nobletrains to the Villages about 7 or 8 And I yelled to the Players ‘Yo gnomes smell ya later’ I looked at my kingdom Hearing People telling the Lore How i settled my throne as the King of 64.