[Intro — Spoken] Alright. Cheap kit. MP5. Dum-Dums. Nothing to lose. ...Jackson's probably here. [Verse 1] I grabbed an MP5 from the market, Dum-Dums loaded, barely worth a cent, A busted helmet, ragged vest, "Quick little raid, then I'm out the rest." I creep through Farm, I'm feeling fine, Hear footsteps somewhere down the line, I turn the corner, ready to spray— THERMAL SCOPE. "OH, COME ON!" [Chorus] Every time I try to save some cash, Some thermal guy turns me into ash. Cheap little gun? I get deleted. Spend my whole stash? Still get defeated. I've got nothing left to lose, So I guess I'll pick and choose: Cheap kit, expensive kit, Doesn't matter— Jackson's gonna kill me with it. [Verse 2] Fine. No more cheap gear. I'll do it right. Full armor. Good helmet. Best gun in sight. Thirty thousand rounds? No, screw that. I'm bringing ammo that can actually hurt. I've got meds, I've got grenades, I've got enough equipment for a parade. I walk outside feeling ten feet tall— SIGNAL LOST. [Break — Spoken] Connection restored. You died. ...WHAT?! [Verse 3] Alright, alright, That one doesn't count. Back to the lobby, I'll figure this out. Next raid's perfect, I'm geared to the teeth, Hear a little footstep underneath— Cheap-kit player. Dum-Dum MP5. HEADSHOT. [Chorus] Every time I try to save some cash, Some rat with a peashooter makes me crash. Bring cheap gear? Thermals attack. Bring expensive gear? The cheap kits come back. I've got nothing left to lose, I've got no good ones left to choose. I could bring a tank, I could bring a spoon— Jackson's gonna kill me soon. [Verse 4] Then came the scavs. Just one or two. "Easy kills," like an idiot knew. One takes a shot, I turn around, Another one's waiting on the ground. I patch myself, I check my pack, Hear a voice behind me— "CONTACT!" I spin around, My screen goes black. [Spoken] ...Killed by a bot. [Pause] A BOT. [Verse 5] Now I'm paranoid of every bush, Every window, Every footstep, Every little push. I crawl through the grass, I barely breathe, I've got an extraction token and loot worth three weeks. I'm twenty meters from the extract, Thinking, "Finally, I've got my life back." Then a silhouette appears ahead. Jackson. [Jackson — Calm] "Hey." [Main] "NO." [Jackson] "Nice gear." [Main] "JACKSON, DON'T—" [Gunshot] [Chorus] JACKSON KEEPS KILLIN' ME! Every single damn time! Cheap kit, rich kit, Doesn't matter what I bring! JACKSON KEEPS KILLIN' ME! I swear he knows my name! I change my map, I change my gun— HE STILL SHOWS UP THE SAME! [Verse 6] So I tried Northridge. Jackson was there. Tried Valley. Jackson was there. Farm? Jackson. Armory? Jackson. Lockdown? Jackson. "Maybe I'll play another game." Jackson was already waiting in the matchmaking screen. [Break — Spoken] Okay. New strategy. I'll avoid everyone. No fights. No greed. No gunshots. No problems. Just sneak in, grab something valuable, and extract. [Verse 7] Five minutes pass. Nothing goes wrong. Seven minutes pass. I'm singing my song. Ten minutes pass. I've got the loot. Then I hear footsteps. Slow. Heavy. Getting closer. I know that voice. [Jackson — Distant] "Hey." [Main] "HOW?!" [Final Chorus — Chaotic] JACKSON KEEPS KILLIN' ME! I'M RUNNING OUT OF GEAR! Thermals see me through a wall, Cheap kits hunt me down from here! Scavs shoot! Bots shoot! My connection disappears! I bring a million-dollar kit— AND JACKSON STILL APPEARS! I've got nothing left to lose! I've got nothing left to sell! I've died to every player type and somehow lived through hell! One more raid! One more try! One more chance to say goodbye! [Final Break] MP5? Dead. Dum-Dums? Gone. Armor? Gone. Loot? Gone. Team? Gone. Signal? Gone. Jackson? [Jackson] "Hey." [Main] "...FUCK." [Outro — Spoken, exhausted] Maybe tomorrow. [Jackson — Immediately] "Hey." [Main] "JACKSON!" [Gunshot]
