A poem called.....
'noob'
listen now, listen well;
im a noob, im in hell.
"what's this gun? how's it work?"
"shut up noob. dont be a jerk."
is what i hear when i play,
i dont know, ill go this way.
around the corner i do run,
confused as how to use my gun.
my gun is big, my gun is black,
hey im shot, whos the hack?
shot until im dead and fall,
nothing to do but start to ball.
"wah wah wah, you suck hacker",
"at least he's not a team stacker."
is what they say, so then i bought,
a nice expensive shiny awp.
this gun is so cool, its so loud when its shot,
i need to find a good camping spot.
behind the box i sit and rest,
waiting for a terrorist.
i miss and miss, again im dead,
f**k this s**t, im going to bed.
all day long they called me gay,
but now im gone, im afk.
Thats really quite good
