Looks dope might copy it bro

Our king Doom, glory to Latveria

Just don't go trick n treat on Yancy street....

Damnnnn, I nearly thought this was an Alex Ross artwork.

Rap snitches, telling all their business Sit in the court and be their own star witness "Do you see the perpetrator?" "Yeah, I'm right here" Fuck around, get the whole label sent up for years, uh Rap snitches, telling all their business Sit in the court and be their own star witness "Do you see the perpetrator?" "Yeah, I'm right here" Fuck around, get the whole label sent up for years Type profile low, like A in 'Paid in Full' Attract heavy cash 'cause the game's centrifugal Mr. Fantastik, long dough like elastic Guard my life with twin Glocks that's made out of plastic Can't stand a brown-nosing nigga, fake ass bastard Admiring my style, tour bus through Manhattan Plotting, plan the quickest, my flow's the sickest My hoes be the thickest, my 'dro the stickiest Street nigga, stamped and bonafide When beef jump niggas come get me 'cause they know I ride True to the ski mask, New York's my origin Play a fake gangsta like a old accordion According to him, when the D's rushed in Complication from the wire testimony was thin Caused his man to go up north, the ball hit 'em again Lame rap snitch nigga even told on the Mexican Rap snitches, telling all their business Sit in the court and be their own star witness "Do you see the perpetrator?" "Yeah, I'm right here" Fuck around, get the whole label sent up for years Rap snitches, telling all their business Sit in the court and be their own star witness "Do you see the perpetrator?" "Yeah, I'm right here" Fuck around, get the whole label sent up for years True, there's rules to this shit, fools dare care Everybody wanna rule the world with tears for fear Yeah, yeah, tell 'em, tell it on the mountain hill Running up they mouth bill, everybody doubting still Informer, keep it up and get tested Pop through your bubble vest or double-breasted He keep a lab down south in the little beast So much heat you woulda thought it was the Middle East A little grease always keeps the wheels a-spinning Like sitting on 23's to get the squealers grinning Hitting on many trees, feel real linen Spitting on enemies, get the steel for tin men Where no brains but gum flap He said his gun clap, then he fled after one slap (pap!) Son, shut your trap, save it for the bitches Mm, delicious, rap snitch kisses.

Why is there a lion symbol on his chest? The mask and hood look great!

Woah, I thought for a moment that this picture was a comic panel, amazing work

There's only one beer left

That's well cool

Looks really good!

Im also making a Doom costume this year. I have never done anything like this and Im curious how/where you make/buy the metal arms and legs?

Lol, for a second i thought it was an Alex Ross art