1st poem.
pking is a passion, the greatness of it never dies.
when i take peoples items, why so much they have to cry?
its realy entertaining, watching them weep with shame.
i simply always tell them. you souldnt have ever came!
people always ask me, how did you get so good?
i reply with anger, nigga im from the hood!
(poem made by Dillian)
2nd poem
pking is a sport, to all the mmo's, to bad people complain.
why they gotta be hoes?
i always start with laughter everytime i win, but then things come more joyfull, let the party begin!
i always seem to like it. even though people run.
who ever thought pking would ever be so fun?
(made by Dillian)
3rd poem
pking is for the win,
i open my door, but you cant come in.
as i kill, with honor and glory. killing to much, starts to bore me.
i know you all cry, losing your stuff. hopefully youll learn, pking is rough.
you all may think your beasty and skilled. but altogther your not that thrilled
4th poem
pking is for winning, not for the fun.
when i come through the wildy, noobs start to run.
it seems to be joyfull,pwning noobs on the street.
but by time im done with the hoes, they will be cleaning my feet.
5th~~NEW~
pking is fun, pking is great,
drink lots of koolaid, so you can stay up late.
you wanna get noobs items, and also make them mad?
its like your own brand of weed, without it, your just sad?
it seems more like a gift, with all the dying and such.
maybe its like a power, with-out the magic touch.
(made by Dillian)
6th~~NEW~~
i pked you the other night, but it wasnt much of a fight.
i left your items on the ground. you wont believe the size of your frown.
i have to admit, it was joyfull and fun. but why did you be a noob?
why did you start to run?
i always think of money, pking around the game.
thats why i always wonder, Did i put them to horrible shame?
post these in your sigs if you want!
more to come!!!
pking is a passion, the greatness of it never dies.
when i take peoples items, why so much they have to cry?
its realy entertaining, watching them weep with shame.
i simply always tell them. you souldnt have ever came!
people always ask me, how did you get so good?
i reply with anger, nigga im from the hood!
(poem made by Dillian)
2nd poem
pking is a sport, to all the mmo's, to bad people complain.
why they gotta be hoes?
i always start with laughter everytime i win, but then things come more joyfull, let the party begin!
i always seem to like it. even though people run.
who ever thought pking would ever be so fun?
(made by Dillian)
3rd poem
pking is for the win,
i open my door, but you cant come in.
as i kill, with honor and glory. killing to much, starts to bore me.
i know you all cry, losing your stuff. hopefully youll learn, pking is rough.
you all may think your beasty and skilled. but altogther your not that thrilled
4th poem
pking is for winning, not for the fun.
when i come through the wildy, noobs start to run.
it seems to be joyfull,pwning noobs on the street.
but by time im done with the hoes, they will be cleaning my feet.
5th~~NEW~
pking is fun, pking is great,
drink lots of koolaid, so you can stay up late.
you wanna get noobs items, and also make them mad?
its like your own brand of weed, without it, your just sad?
it seems more like a gift, with all the dying and such.
maybe its like a power, with-out the magic touch.
(made by Dillian)
6th~~NEW~~
i pked you the other night, but it wasnt much of a fight.
i left your items on the ground. you wont believe the size of your frown.
i have to admit, it was joyfull and fun. but why did you be a noob?
why did you start to run?
i always think of money, pking around the game.
thats why i always wonder, Did i put them to horrible shame?
post these in your sigs if you want!
more to come!!!
Last edited by Admin_Asyran! on Sun Jan 18, 2009 3:50 pm; edited 2 times in total
