I'm a good ol' rebel...

[Ungatt Trunn II]

Oh, I'm a good ol rebel,
Now thats just what I am,
And for this yankee nation,
I do not give a darn.
I'm glad I fought again'er,
I only wished we won.
I aint asked any pardon for anything I've done.

I hates the yankee nation and eveything they do.
I hates the declaration of independence, too.
I hates the glorious union, tis' dripping with our blood.
I hates the striped banner, and fit it all I could

I rode with Robert E. Lee,
For three years, thereabout.
Got wounded in four places,
And I starved at point lookout.
I cotch' the Roomatism a
Campin' in the snow.
But I killed a chance of Yankees
And I'd like to kill some more.

Three hundred thousand Yankees
Is stiff in southern dust.
We got three hundred thousand
Before they conquered us
They died of Southern Fever
And southern steel and shot
I wish there were three million
Instead of what we got.
I can't pick up my musket
And fight 'um down no more
But I ain't gonna love 'um
Now that is certain sure
And I don't want no pardon
For what I was and am
I won't be reconstruted
And I do not give a darn

Oh, I'm a good old rebel,
Now thats just what I am,
And for this yankee nation,
I do no give a darn.
I'm glad I fought again'er,
I only wished we won.
I aint asked any pardon for anything I've done.
I aint asked any pardon for anything I've done.

[Ungatt Trunn II]

SRA has been replace by SCA until things improve.

[Wolf Snare]

I'll kill you Ungatt.

[Ungatt Trunn II]

Sounds fun.

[Wolf Snare]

pick your weapon.

*points RPG at your head*

wot wot?

[Ungatt Trunn II]

RPG? That crappy old Russian thing? What are you going to do, choke me with the dust it spits out?

[prodiGee]

I'm fairly certain there are no RPGs in PG rated material, more hypocrisy!

[Sabriel]

LOL@Ungatt :D

[Night Wolf]

pick your weapon.

*points RPG at your head*

wot wot?

You should use a mans weapon. Like me.

*pulls out butter knife*

[Sabriel]

hahahahaha

:D

[Zara_rose_wolf]

D: OMG A BUTTER KNIFE EVERYONE RUN!

[Night Wolf]

Thats right you bettter run
*swings butter knife through the air*

*pokes self in the eye*

Oh d***it  MY EYE!!!

[Sabriel]

[Night Wolf]

DOnt stand there and shake yer head call the fricken cops this knife assulted me!!!!

[Sabriel]

:D

Sue the knife.