The devil called. He wants his flashlight back :shakehead
...But he's not going to get it just yet! :nana:
The Devil Went Down To CPF
By M_V
The devil went down to CPF
He was lookin' for a design to steal
He was in a bind
'Cause he was way behind
And he was willin' to make a deal
When he came upon this young man
Sawin' on some round stock, current boostin' it hot
And the devil jumped
Up on a hickory stump
:devil:And said, "boy, let me tell you what
I guess you didn't know it
But I'm a flashlight player too
And if you'd care to take a dare, I'll make a bet with you
Now you play a pretty good moddin' game, boy
But give the devil his due
I'll bet two flashlights of gold
Against your soul
'Cause I think I mod better than you.":devil:
The boy said, "my name's Johnny
And it might be a sin
But I'll take your bet
And you're gonna regret
'Cause I'm the best there's ever been."
Johnny, solder-wick your springs and boost your 7135's hard
'Cause hell's broke loose on CPF, and the devil deals the cards
And if you win, you get those shiny flashlights made of gold
But if you lose, the devil gets your soul
:devil:The devil opened up his case
And he said, "I'll start this show."
And fire flew from his fingertips
As he clicked up his clicky
Then he adjusted the zoom across the throw
And his lithium ions they made an evil hiss
And a band of demons joined in
And it looked something like this:devil:
When the devil finished
Johnny said, "well, you're pretty good, old son :thumbsup:
But sit down in that chair right there
And let me show you how it's done."
He played Fire on the Mountain run boys, run
The devil's in the House of the Rising Sun
Modded from a bread pan kickin' out throw
Granny, does your lux go? Throw, child, throw!
The devil bowed his head
Because he knew that he'd been beat
And he laid those golden flashlights
On the ground at Johnny's feet
Johnny said, "Devil, just come on back
If you ever want to try again
I done told you once you son of a *****
I'm the best that's ever been."
He played Fire on the Mountain run boys, run
The devil's in the House of the Rising Sun
Modded from a bread pan kickin' out throw
Granny, does your lux go? Throw, child, throw!