Shotty Too Hotty Posts
>Looks like Naruto more than Tekken
>No High/Low Mixups (like in Tekken) or Inputs
"This game is wack." -MF_Biscuits.
>No High/Low Mixups (like in Tekken) or Inputs
"This game is wack." -MF_Biscuits.
Kuro_Death13 wrote...
Just joined this lovely little group - I'm pretty much new to this forum Anyway, nice meeting any of you
If you want to join feel free to PM Alice to put your name on the list after you make at least 3 posts on the thread.
Gubi wrote...
Shotty Too Hotty wrote...
DatYuriThough wrote...
Taking the dogs out, BRB...
Please leave.
*pokes*
But first I will solve the mystery of who let the dogs out.
Cinia Pacifica wrote...
Go back to Random, scrub.To be fair, this was moved from Random to here. But the point still stands.
Rise like a dragon, punch a woman
Hurricane for kick got the twister, I'll twist em
They gon need a miracle, whip em like they stole something
Hit em up in the air, I wanna see ya fist pumpin
Whoopa wee woo pow, that's how I do it
I'll show you how, there's nothing to it
Showdown, it comes down to just you and we
I'm the truth, so allow me to set you free
Your punches don't connect you must not be trying
My hand quick as broadband and we aint even online
This right here, ain't nowhere to be
Engineered from the ground up to make you leave
And don't mess with these fists kids, I brush sharp
And get hit with the kick I spit you must not
Man my job is to make you feel it
Thought you seen ill but now witness the illest
Catch the flu, my flow is that sick
A habit, hard to kick, I'm quick, hard to hit
Now sit down, I hope you're not as bad as you look
Now look out, guard ya grill cause here comes the hook!
I'm SHORYUCAN'T touch this skill
Like hammer on the head is where I hits the nail
Give headaches this big my technique never fails
Hear this track it's time to train em like they was on rails
Rise like a dragon, punch a woman
Hurricane force kick got the twister, I'll twist em
They gon need a miracle, whip em like they stole something
Hit em up in the air, I wanna see ya fist pumpin
You could never control it, I manage to get older
I keeps it real son not the type to Rick Roll ya
Tearin up the melody you know I gots speed
Precision so sharp it makes you fingers bleed
You'll be in critical pal, my flow is loose
They tried to take me in for dishing child abuse
I'm fly like wi-fi, check my inspects
Hit me up on e-mail, sms or just text
Fight night, and do what gentlemen do
But thinking this is a game? That's just a way to get bruised
Y'all can't see me, but I stay focused like spectacles
To my shrimp and steak dinner yo, Yall is just vegetables
Of your skills I am real skeptical, but, dont let that get the best of you.
You should do what is best for you, or be a punchin receptacle
Look, I got a test for you. Hope you not as bad as you look
Look out, guard your grill, cuz, here comes the hook
Hurricane for kick got the twister, I'll twist em
They gon need a miracle, whip em like they stole something
Hit em up in the air, I wanna see ya fist pumpin
Whoopa wee woo pow, that's how I do it
I'll show you how, there's nothing to it
Showdown, it comes down to just you and we
I'm the truth, so allow me to set you free
Your punches don't connect you must not be trying
My hand quick as broadband and we aint even online
This right here, ain't nowhere to be
Engineered from the ground up to make you leave
And don't mess with these fists kids, I brush sharp
And get hit with the kick I spit you must not
Man my job is to make you feel it
Thought you seen ill but now witness the illest
Catch the flu, my flow is that sick
A habit, hard to kick, I'm quick, hard to hit
Now sit down, I hope you're not as bad as you look
Now look out, guard ya grill cause here comes the hook!
I'm SHORYUCAN'T touch this skill
Like hammer on the head is where I hits the nail
Give headaches this big my technique never fails
Hear this track it's time to train em like they was on rails
Rise like a dragon, punch a woman
Hurricane force kick got the twister, I'll twist em
They gon need a miracle, whip em like they stole something
Hit em up in the air, I wanna see ya fist pumpin
You could never control it, I manage to get older
I keeps it real son not the type to Rick Roll ya
Tearin up the melody you know I gots speed
Precision so sharp it makes you fingers bleed
You'll be in critical pal, my flow is loose
They tried to take me in for dishing child abuse
I'm fly like wi-fi, check my inspects
Hit me up on e-mail, sms or just text
Fight night, and do what gentlemen do
But thinking this is a game? That's just a way to get bruised
Y'all can't see me, but I stay focused like spectacles
To my shrimp and steak dinner yo, Yall is just vegetables
Of your skills I am real skeptical, but, dont let that get the best of you.
You should do what is best for you, or be a punchin receptacle
Look, I got a test for you. Hope you not as bad as you look
Look out, guard your grill, cuz, here comes the hook
Sethyroth wrote...
I am playing Skullgirls and sometimes Marvel 3 Vanilla. I am trying to get back into thrid strike ErinTime wrote...
Slept with glasses onNow they are snapped at the hinge
I will find tape soon.
A haiku by Erin
It's nice to write haikus.
