- Kills
- 0
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Losses
- 0
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Efficiency
- ISK Efficiency 0%
- ISK destroyed
- 0
- +0 in the last 90 days
- Activity
- Inactive
- 0 kills/day · last 90 days
Combat Record
Career-long numbers from eve-kill
Combat
- Kills
- 0
- Losses
- 0
- Danger Ratio
- 0%
- Final Blows
- 0
- Points
- 0
ISK
- Destroyed
- 0
- Lost
- 0
- Balance
- +0
- ISK Efficiency
- 0%
Solo
- Solo Kills
- 0
- Solo Ratio
- 0%
- Avg Kills/Day
- —
Other
- NPC Losses
- 0
- NPC Loss Ratio
- 0%
- Activity
- Inactive
Activity
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Most Valuable
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Matchups
Who they kill, who kills them, what they lose
Last 90d
Killed
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Description
Now this is the story all about how my life got flipped turned upside down
and I'd like to take a minute
just sit right there
I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel Air
In west Philadelphia, born and raised
on the playground is where I spend most of my days
chillin' out, maxin', relaxin', all cool and all
shootin' some b-ball outside of the school
when a couple of guys who were up to no good started makin' trouble in my neighborhood
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
and said, "You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel Air"
I whisteled for a cab and when it came near
the license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror
if anything I could say that this cab was rare
but I thought, "NAW FORGET IT YO HOME TO BEL AIR!"
I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8
and I yelled to the cab, "YO HOME SMELL YA LATA!"
I looked at my kingdom I was finally there
to sit on my throne as the prince of Bel Air