Cheater! A cheater detected! Oh look who’s back, the king of hacks, With your aim so tight, but skill you lack. Got aimbot dreams and wallhack pride, But without your scripts, you’d run and hide. You flex fake wins like they mean a thing, But you're just a puppet on a cheating string. No strats, no grind, no high IQ, Just lines of code doing work for you. No hitbox? Please, you’re just a ghost, Too scared to fight, so you cheat the most. Infinite cash, but you're bankrupt inside, Bought every win, but still can't ride. Teleport jumpin' like you’re some god-tier, But I see the glitch, and I smell the fear. Keep warping around, but here’s the twist— You’ll never escape the skill you missed. ... Here we go! CHEATER! CHEATER! CHEATER! I'll take your money, CHEATER! CHEATER! CHEATER! And your fake skills too. You think you're clever? Nah, just weaker— Built on lies, now watch 'em fall through. CHEATER! CHEATER! CHEATER! This game don’t need you. CHEATER! CHEATER! Glitched your way in, now I'm glitchin' you too. Lag can’t save you, and scripts won’t do— You’re just a bug I’m patchin' through. You spawn with power, but none’s your own, Just lines of theft in a stolen throne. Stacked your loot with a money mod, But still can’t buy respect, oh my God. You flash through walls, not very logical But deep inside, you're just dysfunctional. Can’t read a map, can’t lead a team, You're a bad joke in a bad dream. While real ones grind and earn their stripes, You just spam cheats and copy types. But here’s the truth you try to ignore— You’ll never win what you didn’t fight for. You can’t get banned—this game’s offline, But I’ll still roast you every time. No crowd, no fame, just shame in stealth, A champ in your head, but a fraud to yourself. HAHAHAHAHAHA! [Chorus 2] CHEATER! CHEATER! CHEATER! Still think you’re slick? CHEATER! CHEATER! CHEATER! You’re just my glitch to fix. I see your tricks, your phantom stride, But I’m the code—you can’t hide. CHEATER! CHEATER! CHEATER! Still chasing fake wins, CHEATER! CHEATER! CHEATER! But I write how this ends. Keep spamming keys like it makes you real— I’ll keep laughing while you fail to feel. Game over, it’s done. CHEATER! You never really won. I’m the voice in the code, the ghost in your screen— And I’ll haunt every crown you’ve ever seen. Your legacy's weak. CHEATER! You peaked in deceit. You wrote your name in corrupted flame— But I run this world, and I know your name HAHAHAHAHAHA [Outro] So reload your cheats, reset the scene, But you'll never rewrite what skill could’ve been. You climbed with cracks, broke every rule, Still couldn’t rise past a digital fool. You bend the game, but can’t bend fate, And every fake win just feeds my hate. I watched you glitch, I watched you fall— You never played right, you never stood tall. No leaderboard, no trophy, no glory parade, Just empty stats in a world you betrayed. I’ll be here waiting, behind every frame— A shadow that whispers: You never had game.
