When the paint starts to fly who gets a runnin, we the dagger nation. Running at the paint and flying over logs, we reach our destinantion. Wheter assaulting a bunker or grabbing the flag, you cant hit us daggers. We can be cheap not have any gear, but its the dagger that they truly do fear. So let it be known, no mercy be shown, when the dagger runs very near near. In the dark mask and on the feild we play, wheter it be snowing, or raining, or a bright sunny day. If a dagger comes near, they start running in fear, to the dead box... cussing away. Let the paint fly, let the players fall, we are the daggers, we splat on them all. Shooting three ball, a small tiny burst, and in the end we are the worst. The worst to play, the hardest to defeat, cuz in the dead box well never meet. You cant hit me while im running by, but in the end your shot in the back, cuz from behind we do reply. Well flank out you squad, fling a paint wad, in the end the game shall be ours. So oh to the dagger, we hear you shout out, i swear im hit, i surrender, im out!
Dirty Deeds Paintball
Great Lakes Brigade
This post has been edited by Freakman: 20 September 2007 - 07:57 PM