Some cs go poetry (or raps?):


im ♥♥♥♥ at cs go
i cant hit at all
i go to wall
and i spray
and i fall.


team unreliable,
killed at spawn,
guess im on my own,
gonna have to clutch it,
cuz im all alone,
ran outta ammo,
got a knife left,
it's too late doe,
5 seconds remain,
and im still at home.


my teams gettin rekt,
its like we'r facing shrek,
we got no money in game,
and we got no cash in reality,
but we gotta face the truth,
we are cursed,
we silver ranks get smurfed,
they wont get nerfed,
all we do is hope for the best,
like we're better than the rest,
we get awportunities,
like da Awp but we miss,
and we kiss the rust,
on Dust's floor,
we bang on the door,
but we always fall,
soon they'll need a map,
for the bodies we producing,
the frames are droppin,
but we keep on poppin,
there's no end to the massacre,
the janitor will need a pay rise,
for the rows of corpses,
he's still keepin dust clean,
the rust mean,
the teams keen,
and Gaben's reaping in the cash,
from our stash,
im about to have an outlash,
it's gonna be a bash,
be careful u might get a rash,
lets rush B its only round 15.

If u wanna kick me: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZXsQAXx_ao0

thats all....For Now.