1) I load up Echo VR, feelin’ kinda spry, Strap my headset on, time to reach for the sky. But the moment I boost, my heart starts to sink, 'Cause my ping’s at 200—man, this game fuckin' stinks! (Pre-Chorus) Here comes that kid, floatin’ fast as a jet, Dodgin’ my throws like he’s got a damn hack set! I punch, I grab—swear I had him in sight, But he’s halfway to Mars, man, this shit ain't right! (Chorus) Damn those low-ping cheatin’ brats! They phase through my hits, then laugh in the chat. My arms move like they’re stuck in glue, While they ghost through walls like they’re fuckin' Blue! (Verse 2) I yell in the mic, “Hey kid, what’s your ping?!” He says, “15!” oh what a fuckin` dream! I lag-punch the air, I swing and I miss, Then he stuns me mid-scream—what the actual piss?! (Pre-Chorus) He’s dancin’ around, tossin’ shots in the goal, While I rubber-band back to my own damn pole! I reach for the disc, but before I can clasp, He’s already scored—man, I fuckin` gasp! (Chorus) Damn those low-ping cheatin’ brats! They’re zoomin’ around while I play in slo-mo stats. I hit my Wi-Fi, I scream at the sky, “Why the fuck is my ping so high??” (Bridge - Spoken Word Breakdown) Listen here, you lil’ shits, Back in my day, we had dial-up lags, And we STILL whooped ass! But now? Now you warp like goddamn wizards, And I’m out here lookin’ like a fuckin' boomer balloon! (Final Chorus - Big Finish!) Damn those low-ping cheatin’ brats! They break the laws of time like it’s fuckin` flat. But one day, kid, you’ll be laggin’ too, And when that day comes—I’LL BE LAUGHIN’ AT
