Yeah, you click heads fast, congrats, you’re precise,

But your soul’s so dead it could freeze dry ice.

Top frag every game, bottom-tier respect,

Your team’s morale dies the moment you connect.

You talk big on mic, all bark, no grace,

Spamming insults like they earn you a place.

Acting like a god, but you play like a child,

The kind who wins rounds but loses the wild.

Sharp aim, shit life, nothing real behind the screen,

You kill in-game but you’re toxic and mean.

No friends, no joy, just stats you abuse

You're the MVP nobody would choose.

You type “ez” like it means you're elite,

But your ego’s so fragile it cracks on defeat.

Blame the team, flame the noobs, call them trash,

Meanwhile your own life’s burning to ash.

You're cracked in mechanics, broken in soul,

Trying to win games can’t make a man whole.

You queue every night just to feel above,

But nothing you say ever sounds like love.

Sharp aim, shit life, nothing real behind the screen,

You kill in-game but you’re toxic and mean.

No friends, no joy, just stats you abuse

You're the MVP nobody would choose.

Keep grinding, keep shouting, keep flexing your skill,

But deep down you know something’s missing still.

You peak on the scoreboard, you bottom in class,

You top frag in Valorant, but in life? You’re last.

So clutch all you want, keep carrying dead weight,

But your attitude’s poison, your team calls it fate.

Yeah, you're sharp with the aim, but rotten inside,

And no rank will ever fix that pride