[Verse 1] Yeah, they slide into system like, “We here for the smoke,” ’til a battleship undocks and their whole plan broke. Talking ’bout “real fights” — buddy, this ain’t a dojo, you poked the wrong bear, now it’s OH NO, OH NO. Rolling in a cruiser thinking they about to feast, but defenders hit grid with a battleship beast. Now they pingin’ in local like, “Why they over-ship?!” ’cause you wanted easy kills — they just wanted you to dip. Cryin’ in local like, “We just want content!” But when content claps back? Suddenly you’re offended. You roam someone’s space then complain when they show? Why’d you bring a knife to a fleet-bravo show? [Hook] You want a fair fight? Pick a different game. This is Eve Online — mismatched is the name. You roam lookin’ for wins, they defend what they own; you bring a lil’ cruiser, they’ll send you home. If you really want smoke, then commit to the bite — stop beggin’ for a dub dressed up as a “real fight.” [Verse 2] See, defenders don’t care ’bout your YouTube clips, they just want you gone — so they up-ship quick. “What? A battleship? Bro, that’s overkill!” Yeah, but so is roaming null lookin’ for easy thrills. You want PvP? Cool — but don’t be selective, ’cause you cry the whole time when the outcome ain’t effective. You hop into their home, then demand equal force? That’s like stealing someone’s horse and askin’ them for remorse. This ain’t sparring — this is survival decisioning, you jump somebody’s space? Expect them to get militant. You yell “blobbed!” anytime the tide don’t go your way, but you’d blob twice as hard if it meant a killmail today. [Bridge — fast flow] Hypocrisy’s wild — y’all roam with a grin, “Just want fights”… yeah, fights you can win. But defenders ain’t tryin’ to feed your killboard spin — they protect what’s theirs, that’s the game you’re in. [Hook] You want a fair fight? Pick a different game. This is Eve Online — mismatched is the name. You roam lookin’ for wins, they defend what they own; you bring a lil’ cruiser, they’ll send you home. If you really want smoke, then commit to the bite — stop beggin’ for a dub dressed up as a “real fight.” [Outro] So next time you roam and complain ’bout the ship? Remember: you poked first — they just finished the script. Eve ain’t about balance — it’s about staking your claim. In the sandbox of stars, over-shipping’s part of the game.
