I’m on a mission, yeah, rip and tear, Treat weapons like kitchenware. Look I got a meat hook, come in and eat up, Flame-grilled, they tell me I’m a mean cook. Cooking up a nadeshot, take your face straight off, Looking like a big red velvet cake dropped. May as well name it the great Hell bake off. Bullets always coming out the chamber, it’ll stay hot. I’m getting more headshots than an aimbot, If I die, re spawn right on the same spot, It’s my day job, done it from day dot, One day I may stop, then again I may not…