(Verse 1) In the swamps of Louisiana, shadows creep and crawl, Most of us are hunting, but some just stall. They sit up in their towers, scopes glint in the sun, With a Mosin or a Sparks, thinking they've already won. (Chorus) Oh, Timmy with your sniper, hiding in the reeds, Camping on the outskirts, while the rest of us bleed. You're a mosquito buzzing, a pest we can't ignore, But when we catch you close, you're crumbling to the floor. (Verse 2) They call themselves the hunters, but all they do is wait, Hoping for a headshot while we face our fate. Traveling slow, like a ghost in the night, But when the fight gets close, they’re running in fright. (Chorus) Oh, Timmy with your sniper, hiding in the reeds, Camping on the outskirts, while the rest of us bleed. You're a mosquito buzzing, a pest we can't ignore, But when we catch you close, you're crumbling to the floor. (Bridge) The bounty’s on the line, and we’re in the thick of it, While you’re perched up high, hoping you don’t get hit. We’re dealing with the devils, fighting tooth and nail, But when you’re in our sights, we’ll make sure you fail. (Chorus) Oh, Timmy with your sniper, hiding in the reeds, Camping on the outskirts, while the rest of us bleed. You're a mosquito buzzing, a pest we can't ignore, But when we catch you close, you're crumbling to the floor. (Outro) So here’s to you, Timmy, with your long-range game, When it comes to real fights, you’re always the same. You crumble and you falter, your courage in vain, And we laugh as you fall, just a coward in pain.
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