Verse 1 (Adam Purski):
I wanna get this song out and through these dumb kids brains
Like an FMJ penetrating their stupid face
They keep screaming "Oh my god, you're a noob, for hardscopin' mate!
I'll have Activision ban you for bein' gay"
When I hear that high-pitch voice it's so annoyin'
I wanna sting 'em with the Stinger then fuckin' blow 'em up
With an RPG and if they still complain
You're damn right, I'll clip the mic after I'm done destroyin'
I'm a bulldog, I cause Mahem and squash your face like mine
You kill me, but I never felt so alive
I respawn in the quickest time
Like a gunslinger pullin' out a gun or two and shoot away your no life
One V one? Fuck these guns! Knives are closest to hands so we can see who the better man is
Wait! No need to prove you don't have pubic hair not even a single strand, this ain't a real clan, it's
A circle of jerks agreeing with one damn bitch
"Quickscope with me or you'll get clan kicked"
If it was me in the position I'll kill all you faggots
And teabag all you fucks, I'm the one man sick
Army, you can't harm me
Go ahead and get your mother on the mic "Madam, your son tried to start me
All I did was spray my Uzi and kill him and I was laughin'
Then I listened to the tear drops hit the carpet"

Chorus (Adam Purski):
I'll tell you one thing and won't repeat
Don't come whining to me when you're in defeat
If you can't handle it, well that's tough luck
But don't come crying to me, I'll say shut the fuck up!
I'll tell you one thing and won't repeat
Don't come whining to me when you're in defeat
If you can't handle it, well that's tough luck
But don't come crying to me, I'll say shut the fuck up!
Verse 2 (NemRaps):
You heard him shut the fuck up, homie put your guns up, you think you got skills cuz you can throw yo thumbs up
You foolish dumb slut, this hooligan'll rule again and call ya moms on the phone and say "Ya stupid son sucks"
Swinging a mean controller, I use these nun-chucks to the best of my ability on you stupid dumb fucks
Undisputed, ruthless, takin' out juniors, the conclusion is you losin' if my mood is "What? What?"
I'm dueling ya with a Ruger to all of you Call Of Duty losers, you stooges couldn't measure up, I'm the ruler
You bout as useless as a Tac Twelve shootin' cross the map with no crosshairs, you clueless to the fact you sewage
That means you garbage
You dream to be the hardest
But you screamin' in the lobbies
Till you turnin' black and bluish
Little kids with big egos that's the cutest!
What you gonna do? Get mad and attack with tulips?
So throw ya temper tantrum, oh, you in a clan son?
You three sixty no-scope? I'm in the corner dancin'
Cuz ya grandma said it's bedtime, that's her little man, huh?
She pinched ya on the cheek and called you handsome
Damn son, go pull up your PJ's
My hand slaps and scratches ya face like I'm a DJ
And put down the sticks
As I perform astounding tricks
All you cowards and pricks
STFU, I'm out this bitch!

Chorus (Adam Purski):
I'll tell you one thing and won't repeat
Don't come whining to me when you're in defeat
If you can't handle it, well that's tough luck
But don't come crying to me, I'll say shut the fuck up!
We'll tell you one thing and won't repeat
Don't come whining to us when you're in defeat
If you can't handle it, well that's tough luck
But don't come crying to us, we'll say shut the fuck up!