Natural Born Killer (Based on a true story)

By Smokey

I'm a Natural born killer.. in video games

I've been killing the same way

Ever since the old days, in the ninetays

With blind rage, sugar high's, and AK's

Not afraid to pray and spray. Still,

Fraggin' fools, bragging, adding flame to the fuel

Try to report me to the admin

Not knowing the rules, I showed no flagrance

Kept it calm and cool, at the top of the score board

My team wanted a buy.. so check it, round's on me

I got em MP5's. Deed's done, no BM, don't stop

Ready to pop in accordance, when next in line

Behind, tries to step up, but toe to toe

Quick as they go, they get messed up

Blasted with tactics, a quick scope

Into a dope a rope, I pull a hat trick

Back when the masses lacked them hacks, kid

Can I get a One-tap?.. shit,

Pistol whip to 360 back flip

Bunny hop atop the choke and kick it cold

Like coke-cola. Gobble down my Mars bar

Methodically, I rob all them shot calls, and hot dogs

Periodically, claiming 'I'm the real Freeman, you're all frauds'

Ironically, won a scrim against some semi pro's

They needed a ringer, but didn't know..

This pub player had mad skills beyond control

Clutched the whole team from catwalk

Real-talk, two mag's in, sweatin' lead, switchin weapons

Yet close enough to take the knife out

And get the win. Clinch.

REEEELOAD

Braap Braap Braap, towards the clouds

Those around me felt, and heard it loud

Been handling artillery since the 80's

Beneath the age of five, almost as a baby

Thumb tip pushed the A, B's

Till blisters formed and busted

But on the NES, Robo-Cop's arsenal

I was entrusted, then came the 64 joystick

Providing new means to down enemy spies

In the first 10 outta 10 multiplayer shooter, GoldenEye

PC came next, of which I'm thankful I was blessed

To have access to a CPU

That could handle HL:CS, and SC:BW

Mouse and Keyboard became a vest

I became bullet proof, no truce, I serve to protect