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Clash of the Worst Loot

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[Verse 1] Roll up in an iron heap Frame rattles while the engine creeps One scrap plate, one bent frame Still got the nerve to crash the game You hold high-tier off the shelf Never earned a single round yourself Talk big on a silver plate I built my stack out of scrap and weight [Chorus] Worst gear, still I swing Rough hands make the impact sting Walked in looking for a free win Now you're scrambling when I step in Battered rig, heavy strike Caught you sleeping in the spotlight Missed once, missed twice Out of time, out of sight [Verse 2] Clean lines on your carbon gear Doesn't stop the sudden freeze of fear My crew rolls crooked, armor torn Thriving right where the scrap was born No buff, no high-spec crown Just iron grit when the hammer's down Siren wails, I hold my line Busted up, but right on time [Bridge] Center room, the pressure drops One slip and the talking stops Brought flash to a slugger’s grind Left your clean machine behind No escape code, no quick retreat Cold eyes and a steady beat [Chorus] Worst gear, still I swing Rough hands make the impact sting Walked in looking for a free win Now you're scrambling when I step in Battered rig, heavy strike Caught you sleeping in the spotlight Missed once, missed twice Out of time, out of sight [Outro] Chipped steel, heavy blow Took the haul from the top row Rusted out, plain and mean Still the last one on the screen