True

unless its a storm trooper playing russian roulette

dang

I was five and he was six,
We rode on horses made of sticks;
He wore black and I wore white,
He would always win the fight.

"Bang bang," he shot me down,
"Bang bang," I hit the ground,
"Bang bang," that awful sound,
"Bang bang," my baby shot me down.

aw man
bro you wanna go for another round?

F

yep