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You ready?! Let's go!
Yeah, for those of you that want to know what we're all about
It's like this y'all (c'mon!)
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This is fifty percent luck, zero percent skill
Fifteen percent concentrated mod dicksucking
thirty percent ghosting, five percent memes
And a hundred percent reason to save the replay!
Mazar! - He doesn't need his name up in lights
He just wants to be drafted whether it's the skill or the luck
He feels so unlike everybody else, unknown
In spite of the fact that some people still think that he owns
But fuck em, he knows the code
It's not about the tier experience
It's all about reality and winning in tours
Making the story - making sure his clan room stays up
That means when he puts it down Freestylerking 's picking it up! Let's go!
Who the hell is he anyway?
He never really ladders much
Never concerned with elo but still leaving them memed up
Humbled through opportunities given despite the fact
That many misjudge him because he makes a living from ghosting kebabs
Put it together himself, now the picture connects
Never playing in tours where he signs up, and his losses round 1 are set
He's only focused on being the puppeteer, his will is beyond reach
And now it all unfolds, the skill of a con artist
This is twenty percent trashtalking
Eighty percent scouting
Be a hundred percent clear cause Mazary's ill
Who would've thought he'd be the one to set Grand Slam in flames
Then I heard him wreck Bouff with The Flygon Method, "Name Of The Game"
Came back fucked up Primal-Don, gave him a real ass-ream
I like Ubers man, why you ruin the tier?
This dude is the truth, now everybody's giving him seeded tour spots
His ego's through the roof I heard he's flirtin' with pearl dot!
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All of those ruiners, they're sick
And he's spitting fire
And TDs surprised him red-handed
Found him in yet another skype call
You'd only call him good if you meant to mock
He's a prick, he's a cock
The type (BAN ME PLEASE)s want to be with, and real players hope he get shot
A year in the making, patiently waiting to blow
Now his tour record is stained without hope
He's got a partner in crime, his shit is equally dope
"rules arent there to get broken, remember this for your life and get over it"
You won't believe the kind of shit that comes out of this kid's throat
Germanophones! - They're not your everyday on the block
They know how to work with what they've got
Making their way to the top
He often gets a comment on his teams
Are they custom, home-made sets
Or does it stand for an inside meme?
No he's living proof, got him rocking the tour
He'll get you buzzing quicker than imagining bloo's puss
Him and his fams are known around as one of the worst
Dedicated to what they do and give a hundred percent fame thirst
Forget Mazar - Nobody really knows how or why he tries so hard
It seems like he's never tasted victory
Because he follows every step his skype buddy tells him
And I've seen him at work when no one is there to play for himself
It's hard to believe you could make such a bad image of yourself
Before he even touches a button or speaks in the chat
And those motherfuckers he speaks with,
The kids that he gave a shoutout to?
Ridiculous, after this discovery,
How do they feel, as part of his "crew"?!
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