Kansas Crimson

Nice little club ya got here. Would look swell with checkered tablecloths. Fun game today.

xo

There goes the neighborhood....

I just can't believe my xx year old animated avatar is still functional. I could use what he's having. A lot.

Sir Copper

did someone get lost?

Me. Always.

Hi copper!

Welcome copper.
Glad you found us.
Set expectations low and youll be fine here.

DCHawk1 wrote: ↑Sun Feb 24, 2019 12:17 am There goes the neighborhood....

good job good post

japhy wrote: ↑Sun Feb 24, 2019 5:19 pm

DCHawk1 wrote: ↑Sun Feb 24, 2019 12:17 am There goes the neighborhood....

good job good post

I figured it was you who gave him directions.

Hey Copper! Hope all is good.
I assume you've checked out the politics board.

As the great Lil Wayne would sum it up....

What the fuck though? Where the love go?
Five, four, three, two, I let one go
Bow, get the fuck though, I don't bluff, bro
Aimin' at your head like a buffalo
You a roughneck, I'm a cutthroat
You're a tough guy, that's enough jokes
Then the sun die, the night is young though
The diamonds still shine, get it rough hoe

What the fuck though? Where the love go?
Five, four, three, two, where the ones go?
It's a shit show, put you front row
Talkin' shit, bro? Let your tongue show
Money over bitches, and above hoes
That is still my favorite love quote
Put the gun inside, what the fuck for?
I sleep with the gun, then she don't snore

What the fuck yo? Where the love go?
Trade the ski mask, for the muzzle
It's a blood bath, where the suds go?
It's a Swizz beat, there the drums go
If she's iffy, there the drugs go
If she sip lean, double cup toast
I otta duffle full of hundos
There the love go, where's the uproar?

What the fuck though? Where the love go?
Five, four, three, two, I let one go
Bow, get the fuck though, I don't bluff, bro
Aimin' at your head like a buffalo

What the fuck though? Where the love go?
Five, four, three, two, I let one go
Bow, get the fuck though, I don't bluff, bro
Aimin' at your head like a buffalo

Get the fuck though, I don't bluff, bro
I come out the scuffle without a scuff, bro
Puff, puff, bro, I don't huff though
Yellow diamonds up close, catch a sunstroke
At your front door with a gun stowed
"Knock-knock, who's there" is how it won't go
This the jungle so have the utmost
For the nutzos, and we nuts, so
What the fuck, bro? It's where I'm from, bro
We grew up fast, we rolled up slow
We throw up gang signs, she throw up dope
Dreadlock, hang time like yuh dun kno
Put the green in the bag, like a lawnmower
Hair trigger pulled back like a cornrow
Extra clip in the stash like a console
Listenin' to Bono, you listen to Don O

What the fuck bro? Where the love go?
Swizzy, you the chef, I like my lunch gross
Just look up, bro there the stars go
I see the shovel, but where did bruh go? Mm
To the unknown
Only way he comin' back is through his unborn
If you see what's in my bag, think I'm a drug lord
It's empty when I give it back, now where's the uproar?

What the fuck though? Where the love go?
Five, four, three, two, I let one go
Bow, get the fuck though, I don't bluff, bro
Aimin' at your head like a buffalo

What the fuck though? Where the love go?
Five, four, three, two, I let one go
Bow, get the fuck though, I don't bluff, bro
Aimin' at your head like a buffalo

I would guess you would actually wanna aim just above the intersection of the front leg and the chest. Go for a heart shot or a double lung. Plus then you dont tear up the head in case you want a euro mount or a caped mount.

Hey copper!

Copper! Now get back to your Cobra!