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Look,Tanks got one shot, one opportunity
To seize everything he ever wanted in one moment
Will he capture it or just let it slip?
Yo

His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
There's vomit on his keyboard already, mom's spaghetti
He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready to drop shells,
But he keeps on forgetting what he wrote down,
The whole team goes so loud
He opens his mouth, but the shells won't come out
He's choking how, everybody's joking now
The clock's run out, time's up over, bloah!
Snap back to reality, Oh there goes gravity
Oh, there goes pio, he choked
He's so mad, but he won't give up that
Easy, no
He won't have it , he knows his whole back's to these ropes
It don't matter, he's dope
He knows that, but he's broke
He's so stagnant, he knows
When he goes back to his launcher, that's when it's
Back to the company tab again, yo
This whole company
He better go capture this sniper and hope it don't pass him

You better lose yourself in the micro, the moment
You own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shell, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a battle yo
(You better)

The soul's escaping, through this sniperbullethole that is gaping
This world is his for the taking
Make me admin, as we move toward a new world order
A normal life is boring, but superadmindom close to post mortem
It only grows harder, only grows hotter
He blows us all over these hoes is all on him
Coast to coast shows, he's known as the sniper killer
Lonely roads, eirrmod only knows
He's grown farther from home, he's no father
He goes home and barely knows his own company
But hold your nose 'cause here goes the cold water
the devteam don't want him no more, he's cold product
They moved on to the next schmoe who flows
He nose dove and sold nada
So the soap opera is told and unfolds
I suppose it's old partner but the beat goes on
Da da dum da dum da da

No more games, I'ma change what you call rage
Tear this motherfucking sniper off like 2 dogs caged
I was playing in the beginning, the mood all changed
I've been sniped up and flamed out and booed off forums
But I kept rhyming and stepped right on the sniper.
Best believe somebody's paying the pied piper
All the pain inside amplified by the fact
That I can't get by with my 9 to 5
And he can't provide the right type of life for his company
Cause man, these goddamn manpower stamps don't buy mp44s
And it's no shoutcast, there's no groundfire, this is my eirr
And these times are so hard, and it's getting even harder
Trying to feed and water his company, plus
Teeter totter caught up between being a player and a pimp
Baby mama drama's screaming on and
Too much for me to wanna
Stay in one spot, another day of monotony
Has gotten me to the point, I'm like a snail
I've got to formulate a plot or I end up in jail or shot
Success is my only motherfucking option, failure's not
Mom, I love you, but this trailer's got to go
I cannot grow old in neuville's lot
So here I go it's my shot.
Feet fail he not, this may be the only opportunity that he got

a rap song i wrote about a game i played with tank once

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