i play Counter-Strike 2 not for fun, for HONOR

you miss shot? i miss your childhood
you bait me? i bait your funeral

i yell ‘RUSH B’ louder than church bell
neighbors think invasion started again

i no need headset, i hear fear through walls
my aim powered by generational trauma

i carry team and groceries same time
you drop bomb? i drop you from family

every round i pray, every round you disappoint
i click head like cracking walnut

if you bottom frag i adopt you just to disown you

add me or i curse your bloodline for 3 patches
eat soup, wear sweater, stop being idiot

CYKA BLYAT