(Verse 1)
Load up the lobby, I’m ready to play,
Controller in hand, it’s my kind of day.
Map drops in, it's Nuketown, alright,
But five seconds in, I’m losing the fight.
Got sniped in the head, then stabbed in the back,
Spawn, die, repeat—it’s a panic attack.
Sweaty kids with mics, talking all that trash,
“Hey, noob, uninstall, you’re just rehash!”
(Chorus)
Fuck this game, it’s rigged as hell,
Campers in corners, you can all go to jail.
Throw my controller, yeah, I’m gonna rage,
These 12-year-olds are writing my obituary page.
Fuck this game, I’m done for the night,
But I’ll be back tomorrow for another fight.
(Verse 2)
Trying to aim, but my ping’s sky-high,
Lag so bad, I might just cry.
Tried a grenade, but it bounced right back,
Blew myself up, now my screen’s gone black.
Killstreaks raining, it’s all unfair,
I’m stuck in the spawn—where’s the warfare?
My squad’s no help, they’re off in the weeds,
Meanwhile, I’m here just catching defeats.
(Chorus)
Fuck this game, it’s rigged as hell,
Campers in corners, you can all go to jail.
Throw my controller, yeah, I’m gonna rage,
These 12-year-olds are writing my obituary page.
Fuck this game, I’m done for the night,
But I’ll be back tomorrow for another fight.
(Bridge)
Mic’s on mute ‘cause I can’t take the heat,
Some kid just called me trash on repeat.
But I’ve got my pride, I’m holding the line,
Even if I die 47 times.
Then the MVP pops up on the screen,
Guess who’s there? My arch-nemesis, Dean.
He's doing the floss while I’m seething mad,
GG in the chat? Nah, that’s just sad.
(Chorus)
Fuck this game, it’s rigged as hell,
Campers in corners, you can all go to jail.
Throw my controller, yeah, I’m gonna rage,
These 12-year-olds are writing my obituary page.
Fuck this game, I’m done for the night,
But I’ll be back tomorrow for another fight.
(Outro)
So I rage quit, toss my headset down,
Call it a night with a permanent frown.
But deep in my heart, I know I’ll return,
To lose some more and watch my pride burn.