How to hit and run with a railroad run

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    • Not as good as yours, but i hope you like it

      K. Rokossovski, pro in call of war,
      A master of artillery, without any flaw.
      In battle, his skill is hard to ignore,
      A commander of troops, adored by his corps.

      With his tactics, he leads his men,
      And conquers enemies with sword and pen.
      With his knowledge of artillery,
      He strikes his foes with deadly sincerity.

      From the battlefield to the victory parade,
      His expertise in strategy, never to fade.
      His name shall be remembered through the ages,
      As one of the greatest military sages.

      K. Rokossovski, master of artillery,
      A true warrior, and a hero of victory.
      With his prowess as a leader and trainer,
      He will forever be known as a military entertainer.
      Glory to the Union!

      Glory to the Red Army!

      Glory to the Revolution!

      Marshal of the Forum High Command

    • In times of strife and bloody war,
      The General Jubjubbird did soar,
      With battle calls that rang so clear,
      And troops who had no hint of fear.

      He was an innovator grand,
      Who saw what others could not stand,
      And in his mind, he did create,
      New weapons of a fearsome state.

      The heavy tank, his pride and joy,
      That could crush and maim, oh boy!
      It roared and thundered into war,
      And left destruction near and far.

      Jubjubbird had a heart so brave,
      And from his foes, he would never cave,
      His armies marched to victory,
      With swift and cunning strategy.

      So let us honor this great man,
      Who fought for freedom and a plan,
      A hero of both wit and might,
      Whose legacy we shall recite.
      Glory to the Union!

      Glory to the Red Army!

      Glory to the Revolution!

      Marshal of the Forum High Command

    • You mean, like you yourself always do?
      When the fake daddies are curtailed, we have failed. When their roller coaster tolerance is obliterated, their education funds are taken by Kazakhstani phishers, and their candy bars distributed between the Botswana youth gangs, we have succeeded.
      - BIG DADDY.

    • Lyrics:
      Well, I was born in a small, dusty town,
      Where the folks all wore smiles, and the world spun 'round.
      But I had a secret, hidden deep within,
      A wild desire, a reckless sin.
      I learned how to hit and run with a railroad gun,
      Ain't no stopping me, I'm always on the run.
      Through the hills and the valleys, under the setting sun,
      I'm a ramblin' man with a railroad gun.
      I hopped aboard that ol' iron beast,
      With a whiskey in my hand, and a heart full of grease.
      The tracks ahead, they stretched so wide,
      I felt the thrill of freedom, deep inside.
      I learned how to hit and run with a railroad gun,
      Ain't no stopping me, I'm always on the run.
      Through the hills and the valleys, under the setting sun,
      I'm a ramblin' man with a railroad gun.
      Well, the lawmen, they chased me from town to town,
      But I outsmarted 'em all, never lettin' 'em bring me down.
      With a clickety-clack and a whistle's cry,
      I'd vanish into the night, like a bird in the sky.
      I left broken hearts and a trail of dust,
      Leavin' memories behind, in a world I couldn't trust.
      But the open road, it called my name,
      I was a wanderin' soul, forever changed.
      I learned how to hit and run with a railroad gun,
      Ain't no stopping me, I'm always on the run.
      Through the hills and the valleys, under the setting sun,
      I'm a ramblin' man with a railroad gun.
      Now, I'm just a legend, a tale from the past,
      A myth and a mystery, destined to last.
      So, if you hear that whistle blow, my friend,
      Know that the rambling man is on the mend.

      CarKing the 6th of the Abrahamic Caliphate

    • Claudio NVKP wrote:

      Well, I was born in a small, dusty town,
      Where the folks all wore smiles, and the world spun 'round.
      But I had a secret, hidden deep within,
      A wild desire, a reckless sin.


      I learned how to hit and run with a railroad gun,
      Ain't no stopping me, I'm always on the run.
      Through the hills and the valleys, under the setting sun,
      I'm a ramblin' man with a railroad gun.


      I hopped aboard that ol' iron beast,
      With a whiskey in my hand, and a heart full of grease.
      The tracks ahead, they stretched so wide,
      I felt the thrill of freedom, deep inside.


      I learned how to hit and run with a railroad gun,
      Ain't no stopping me, I'm always on the run.
      Through the hills and the valleys, under the setting sun,
      I'm a ramblin' man with a railroad gun.


      Well, the lawmen, they chased me from town to town,
      But I outsmarted 'em all, never lettin' 'em bring me down.
      With a clickety-clack and a whistle's cry,
      I'd vanish into the night, like a bird in the sky.


      I left broken hearts and a trail of dust,
      Leavin' memories behind, in a world I couldn't trust.
      But the open road, it called my name,
      I was a wanderin' soul, forever changed.


      I learned how to hit and run with a railroad gun,
      Ain't no stopping me, I'm always on the run.
      Through the hills and the valleys, under the setting sun,
      I'm a ramblin' man with a railroad gun.


      Now, I'm just a legend, a tale from the past,
      A myth and a mystery, destined to last.
      So, if you hear that whistle blow, my friend,
      Know that the rambling man is on the mend.
      I did make some modifications, like change them to 'em and ramblin' to rambling at the end. Other than that, it's ChatGPT
      The Saviour

      The post was edited 1 time, last by Claudio NVKP ().

    • Claudio NVKP wrote:

      Claudio NVKP wrote:

      Well, I was born in a small, dusty town,
      Where the folks all wore smiles, and the world spun 'round.
      But I had a secret, hidden deep within,
      A wild desire, a reckless sin.


      I learned how to hit and run with a railroad gun,
      Ain't no stopping me, I'm always on the run.
      Through the hills and the valleys, under the setting sun,
      I'm a ramblin' man with a railroad gun.


      I hopped aboard that ol' iron beast,
      With a whiskey in my hand, and a heart full of grease.
      The tracks ahead, they stretched so wide,
      I felt the thrill of freedom, deep inside.


      I learned how to hit and run with a railroad gun,
      Ain't no stopping me, I'm always on the run.
      Through the hills and the valleys, under the setting sun,
      I'm a ramblin' man with a railroad gun.


      Well, the lawmen, they chased me from town to town,
      But I outsmarted 'em all, never lettin' 'em bring me down.
      With a clickety-clack and a whistle's cry,
      I'd vanish into the night, like a bird in the sky.


      I left broken hearts and a trail of dust,
      Leavin' memories behind, in a world I couldn't trust.
      But the open road, it called my name,
      I was a wanderin' soul, forever changed.


      I learned how to hit and run with a railroad gun,
      Ain't no stopping me, I'm always on the run.
      Through the hills and the valleys, under the setting sun,
      I'm a ramblin' man with a railroad gun.


      Now, I'm just a legend, a tale from the past,
      A myth and a mystery, destined to last.
      So, if you hear that whistle blow, my friend,
      Know that the rambling man is on the mend.
      I did make some modifications, like change them to 'em and ramblin' to rambling at the end. Other than that, it's ChatGPT
      I changed "Through the hills and the valleys" to "Through valleys and hills" because it fitted the meter better, but that's all.
      When the fake daddies are curtailed, we have failed. When their roller coaster tolerance is obliterated, their education funds are taken by Kazakhstani phishers, and their candy bars distributed between the Botswana youth gangs, we have succeeded.
      - BIG DADDY.