One day last year, I was playing Modern Warfare 2
A bunch of FaZe fanboys were jumping off roofs
They weren't a threat, but I knew there was a chance
That after enough tries, one of their shots would land

I was last alive on my team, looking for the enemy
when I spotted a sniper standing in front of me
He jumped off the map, and did a 360
And once I had died, I knew that he’d hit me

I sat through the killcam, covering my eyes
In disbelief that I got trickshotted on Highrise
For the rest of that day, I sat in despair
wondering how he shot me while spinning mid-air