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Yet every duel, you fold and fold.
Your aim’s a joke, your strats are weak,
A bottom-fragger every week.
You call out Code? That’s rich to hear,
When you whiff shots from ear to ear.
Spray and pray, yet still you miss,
A silver aim with goldfish wits.
You bait your team, then blame their plays,
A stat-line built on lost eco saves.
You're last alive, yet do no good,
Just hiding deep, like firewood.
So next time, Snap, before you speak,
Remember who’s elite, who’s weak.
For Code stands tall, a legend true,
While you just cry—bottom two.
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⠀⠀⠀⠲⣧⣤⣼⠿⠀⠸⢿⣦⣴⡿⠃⠀⠹⢿⣤⣴⡿⠁⢸⣿⠁⠈⢿⣷⡀
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