PointBalling
(3 votes, average: 5.00 out of 5)
Loading ...Driven to the spot
Where we get shot
I open the gate
Cuz lil chase is a flake
Settin up the flag
kit is shootin with his mag
Weston with his MR-1
Wesley also has one
Chase and chase with their spyders
They are true fighters
Bill in his ghillie
Hes such a hillbilly
Wyatt the lil beast
Getting ready to be released
The game has begun
Its time for some fun
Runnin through the brush
In a quiet hush
Playin till the end
Then we can tend
And care for our cuts
This game sure takes guts
By Chase Taylor Harrison
This is about me and my buddies out paintballin.I am a redneck so thats y there is slang
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this is incredibly poorly written… it’s degrading.
This poem is amazing! it needs a little editing, but i play paintball and this is very funny to me.