DeadDuck33 Warzone Downfall

[Intro] [Verse 1] Cranking the bass, the bullets ignite, DeadDuck33’s in the killcam tonight. Dropshotting fails, his aim’s off the grid, Camping in corners—yeah, that’s what he did. Loot in his pockets, but panic takes hold, Third-partied again, his squad’s left out cold. Gulag? No chance, he’s stuck in a loop, Respawn’s just a countdown to another big oop— [Chorus] Warzone warrior? More like a ghost, Choked on the gas, let’s roast him the most! EDM beats drop, the metal horns scream, DeadDuck33’s the joke of the team! [Verse 2] Loadout? He’s clueless, picks pistols for range, Runs into snipers, it’s borderline strange. Plunder’s a nightmare, his cash disappears, Teammates all quit—just b***d in their ears. “Push with the squad!” But he’s looting instead, Revives turn to memes, “Hey, look at him—d**d!” [Bridge] The lobby’s on fire, his K/D’s a myth, One k**l per match—man, what a twist! Dubstep wobbles as his hopes hit the floor, Metal screams shout, “Never pick him for w*r!” [Chorus] Warzone warrior? More like a ghost, Choked on the gas, let’s roast him the most! EDM beats drop, the metal horns scream, DeadDuck33’s the joke of the team! [Outro]