+rep nice teamate + good player

When I was six I had two .45's
Strapped to my hips, wanted dead or alive
And all of the kids thought that I was a good guy at heart

When I got to high school, not much really changed
I ran from the cops in my souped-up Mustang
And all of the girls thought that I was a good guy at heart

And I'd ride like a thief on the run

+1

++++nice teamate

+rep Great player

That F**king Penguin on the TV has better aim