[Intro]
Yeah, nicknick_teamgamer, queue up!
Controller charged, excuses loading...
[Verse 1]
You changed your name to team, but where’s the squad?
One-man lobby and you still play hard odds
Spawn in bragging like you own the map
Then miss the easy shot and blame the lag for that
Your headset’s loud, your strategy’s shy
Big talk in chat, then your scoreboard goes quiet
You study every guide, memorize every frame
Still lose the tutorial and call it a game
[Pre-Chorus]
No rage quit, no need to pretend
The match barely started and it’s already the end
[Chorus]
nicknick_teamgamer, welcome to the test
All that confident typing, none of it connects
nicknick_teamgamer, champion of the claim
You bring a whole team name and still carry only shame
[Verse 2]
You camp so long the map put down roots
Waiting for a highlight, growing digital fruits
Your loadout’s expensive, your movement’s on loan
Aiming at the ceiling like it owes you a throne
You call every loss a mysterious bug
Your replay folder’s just a scrapbook of shrug
When victory pops up, better check the screen
It might be your teammate playing under your name, queen
[Bridge]
Patch notes can’t fix what confidence broke
No update repairs that scoreboard joke
Take a deep breath, let the excuses retire
The only thing you’re farming is my entire choir
[Chorus]
nicknick_teamgamer, welcome to the test
All that confident typing, none of it connects
nicknick_teamgamer, champion of the claim
You bring a whole team name and still carry only shame
[Outro]
GG, no rematch, save the speech for the lobby
Next time pick a username that matches the hobby
nicknick_teamgamer, the verdict is plain:
You logged in for glory and queued up for pain