Stormtrooper Aim

Yo, I’m not a Jedi, but I got that drip,

Rockin’ Darth Vader while I hit this whip.

Lightsaber in hand, and I’m feelin’ bold—

But I missed ten shots... classic Stormtrooper mold.

Drop from the bus like I’m Luke in the sky,

Land on Tatooine—wait, that’s Frenzy Farm? Why?!

Found a chest, opened up with flair,

Got a green saber and some thermal flares.

I’m cruisin' in a speeder—nah, that's just a truck,

Ran into a Wookiee, said “What the fuzz?”

Kylo Ren tryin’ to flex in the zone,

But I boxed him up like a galactic cone.

Stormtrooper aim, I can’t hit squat,

But I still win games with the loot I got.

Got the Force in my flow and the skill of a bot,

One crank, one smack—“Eliminated, you are,”

Stormtrooper aim, but the drip too real,

Sith on my squad and I’m chuggin’ heels.

If Yoda says camp, then I guess I chill—

“Victory Royale, young padawan, chill.”

Darth Maul pull up with a double-blade spin,

I panic-built stairs to a trash bin.

Obi-Wan hit me with a force-push play,

I flew off the map—bro, that ain’t okay!

Then I came back with a bounty hunter’s vibe,

Got Mando on my back and Grogu by my side.

Took the high ground—shoutout Anakin’s pain—

He tried to crank up, but slipped in the rain.

Stormtrooper aim, I spray and pray,

Still top five at the end of the day.

Force choke a bot, then I dab and sway,

“This is the way”—nah, this is just cray.

Stormtrooper aim, but I hit that beat,

Lightsaber swingin’ with two left feet.

Circle’s tight, but my fit too clean—

I just moonwalked on a rebel teen.

So queue up the match, may the loot be kind,

I’m the clumsiest Sith you’re ever gon’ find.

With a blaster in hand and a dance to end strife—

In Fortnite x Star Wars, it’s a weird, wild life.