http://goallineblitz.com/game/forum_thread.pl?thread_id=558545
Back in the 13, limas had this thing about writing poems for upcoming opponents. We were 9-7, so I couldn't really get 'involved', so my sole purpose for winning the 13 was to come up and fling some poems at lil limas. No, not really, but it should be entertaining from time to time.
If you're one of those that get all offended, please move on. It's just words.. just words...
Ode to the 7
Where the hell is the welcome wagon? You mean ya'll didn't know we were comin'?
I thought A league was a promotion, but it looks just like we're slummin'.
And whaaat the fak is this?! Man, this carpet ain't even close to being red!
It's old and worn and torn and and tattered, just like limas mama's bed.
Ever since the jet touched down, man all I've heard about is Vegas.
And while ya'll were out seein' them off, we tapped ya hoes so loud it woke the neighbors.
Break out a pen and some paper, and make a note that you won't soon forgit,
The boys from Tucson have a new playpen, and we'll be owning all of this shit.
All you politically correct Mr. Cleans, Sayin' these Nighthawks guys are trouble,
Bet your ass you correct, ya bastards. We're here to pop that AA bubble
Wanna shout to mah boys, the Jacks, And shake my crank at the Elves,
What the hell are ya'll still doin' here? Waiting for Tucson to ring the bell?
And to the one and only Gilligan, the first mate of the trusty Skipper,
Get off ya knees, brah, people are watchin. This ain't no time to gawk at mah Dipper.
And for my new found friends in the 7, Especially the Longhorn tits,
Hope we're all tight at the end of the ride, but if we ain't... I don't give a shit.
Tick tock and the clock is ticking and the Nighthawk fans are screaming,
Cause while it says A7 at the top of the page.. I'll be damned, we're still thirteenin'.
Back in the 13, limas had this thing about writing poems for upcoming opponents. We were 9-7, so I couldn't really get 'involved', so my sole purpose for winning the 13 was to come up and fling some poems at lil limas. No, not really, but it should be entertaining from time to time.
If you're one of those that get all offended, please move on. It's just words.. just words...
Ode to the 7
Where the hell is the welcome wagon? You mean ya'll didn't know we were comin'?
I thought A league was a promotion, but it looks just like we're slummin'.
And whaaat the fak is this?! Man, this carpet ain't even close to being red!
It's old and worn and torn and and tattered, just like limas mama's bed.
Ever since the jet touched down, man all I've heard about is Vegas.
And while ya'll were out seein' them off, we tapped ya hoes so loud it woke the neighbors.
Break out a pen and some paper, and make a note that you won't soon forgit,
The boys from Tucson have a new playpen, and we'll be owning all of this shit.
All you politically correct Mr. Cleans, Sayin' these Nighthawks guys are trouble,
Bet your ass you correct, ya bastards. We're here to pop that AA bubble
Wanna shout to mah boys, the Jacks, And shake my crank at the Elves,
What the hell are ya'll still doin' here? Waiting for Tucson to ring the bell?
And to the one and only Gilligan, the first mate of the trusty Skipper,
Get off ya knees, brah, people are watchin. This ain't no time to gawk at mah Dipper.
And for my new found friends in the 7, Especially the Longhorn tits,
Hope we're all tight at the end of the ride, but if we ain't... I don't give a shit.
Tick tock and the clock is ticking and the Nighthawk fans are screaming,
Cause while it says A7 at the top of the page.. I'll be damned, we're still thirteenin'.
